Oliver

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan held his arrow pointed steadily at the approaching figure, though his knees were shaking and beads of sweat formed on his pale forehead. He let out a small fit of coughs, his arrow just barely staying pointed on target as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath. He looked back up, and now he could easily see that the figure was no more than fifteen yards away. An easy shot, if he had to make it.

Death In The Air

Ivan seemed to have quieted down after he fell out of his chair. He was no longer murmuring incoherently, though he still shivered a bit. One would have thought he would have woken himself up by now, but he was well and truly out of it.
As it happened, this is basically what happened every time he tried to sleep. Ever since the plague hit and his family was forced to emigrate, he'd been plagued by terrible nightmares, forcing him to repeat and relive his worst memories. Occasionally these would cause problems far worse than simple nightmares. Occasionally he would wet the bed or wake up in a full on night terror. Because of all this, he was always low on sleep and was starting to face the consequences.
Ivan still lay shivering on the floor of the cleared out area, his lips moving slightly though he did not speak. His forehead was now drenched in sweat, tears sliding down his flushed cheeks. The poor child moaned in pain, on the verge of waking up.

Death In The Air

Ivan slept on, trembling and shaking in his nightmare-riddled sleep. He murmured to himself in Russian, beads of sweat forming on his pale forehead. Not much of what he said was audible, though he seemed to be repeating himself quite a bit. "не оставляй меня... папа..." He writhed and sobbed in his unconsciousness, the chair tipping over and spilling the small boy onto the floor with an audible thud. Somehow this didn't wake him up, either because he hit his head or because he was just a really heavy sleeper, both of which were true.

Death In The Air

Ivan had slipped into an uneasy unconsciousness, slumped forward onto the table. His mind quickly filled with the usual images of his family breaking down, the long and terrifying trip across Europe and over the atlantic ocean from Russia to America, his father's tears as he shot Ivan's mother, his own wife...
The dreams took strange turns, warping the events into scenes more nightmarish than they already were to begin with. Hopefully Gabriel would come back soon.

Death In The Air

Ivan looked around for Gabriel, but found no sign of him. He was fairly certain the boy was just shooing him away when he sent him to find Gabriel, so Ivan decided to wait for him instead of searching. He took a seat at the table, swinging his legs idly and resting his head in his arms. In a position like this, he was rather likely to fall asleep. He was extremely tired, after all. It was hard to sleep with the bloody virus crawling around and filling the streets with bodies.

Death In The Air

"Прости" Ivan said hurriedly as he drew his hand back, immediately obeying the request and running back to the cleared out area.

@DriveEMOut @LordOfThePies

Death In The Air

"Velcome." Said Ivan in a hushed, shy voice, holding out his hand. He normally wouldn't greet someone like this, but it was rare to see the same person twice in this day and age. "Ve...Ve met in the store. Is girl with the rifle here?"
@Vortex

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan nodded as Skylar suggested readying an arrow. He liked that idea a lot better than Jameson's suggestion of hiding inside the caravan and letting the adults take care of everything. He ran inside the caravan to find his father's bow and quiver of arrows. Coming back outside with the bow in hand, he took notice of the figure approaching.
They weren't too far away now, and seemed to be holding some sort of torch or lantern. Ivan had no idea who would be out alone on a muddy road this deep in the woods with torrential rain pouring down on them, so Ivan's first thought was that this might be trouble. He selected a steel arrow from the quiver on his back, pulling back the bowstring and hoping he was wrong about whoever this person was.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Edit's done @ArenaSnow

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Agh, that always happens! Edit's on the way. @ArenaSnow