Re: At a Loss
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 5:19 am
Danni paused her crawl through the underbrush when the heard something collide not too far distant from her. When after several seconds the sounds of gunfire and screams did not resume, she deemed it relatively safe to continue one.
As she came upon the pair, they had their backs turned to her. The low light and curtains of rain didn't help much in the way of identification either. But the girl's clothes were tantalizingly familiar. It was Trish after all. It had to be.
Just as she lifted herself up from the underbrush to address them, a flicker of movement in her peripherals caught her attention. Her eyes darted towards the source, then stopped abruptly when they were caught by the grisly sight of the nearly faceless boy laying in the mud. She could again feel hot bile rising up in her throat. Much against her will, her eyes were drawn to the other bullet-riddled corpses as well. Then, as if summoned by this unwelcome discovery, a terrible stench hit her nostrils. The air was saturated with the reek of blood and vomit. She sought the support of a nearby tree to keep herself from collapsing.
Danni forced her eyes back up to maybe-Trish. Had she done this? The thought terrified and further sickened her. Or maybe it had been the boy? Maybe the corpses squabbled amongst themselves? Neither thought held as much comfort as she'd hoped.
She opened her mouth to speak, but instead let out a groan, a gurgle, and a splash.
As she came upon the pair, they had their backs turned to her. The low light and curtains of rain didn't help much in the way of identification either. But the girl's clothes were tantalizingly familiar. It was Trish after all. It had to be.
Just as she lifted herself up from the underbrush to address them, a flicker of movement in her peripherals caught her attention. Her eyes darted towards the source, then stopped abruptly when they were caught by the grisly sight of the nearly faceless boy laying in the mud. She could again feel hot bile rising up in her throat. Much against her will, her eyes were drawn to the other bullet-riddled corpses as well. Then, as if summoned by this unwelcome discovery, a terrible stench hit her nostrils. The air was saturated with the reek of blood and vomit. She sought the support of a nearby tree to keep herself from collapsing.
Danni forced her eyes back up to maybe-Trish. Had she done this? The thought terrified and further sickened her. Or maybe it had been the boy? Maybe the corpses squabbled amongst themselves? Neither thought held as much comfort as she'd hoped.
She opened her mouth to speak, but instead let out a groan, a gurgle, and a splash.