Valentine
Count
Inner Sanctum Nobility
"Not in Kansas anymore."
The sound of boots hitting the ground and the heavy breath echoed between the city walls as she tried to escape from her slow but dangerous enemies. The hissing groans as always sounded so eerie, so terrifying.. amplified between the broken city walls as the darkness was beginning to creep in around her. She had gone to the main city as she had heard safety could be found here weeks ago but as she had arrived it all had expired, leaving her to desperately fend for herself in the city of the undead.
She stumbled.
A steering pain shot through her arms as her hands got mauled by the dirty asphalt below but she could not stop now, not yet. She must not stop. She forced herself back on her feet, pulse already raised and got an even more stressful pace as the groans already were closing in. Knees bleeding in unison with her palms as she took a firmer grip of her bat as she restarted her run towards the chosen building. She didn't have many options anymore, all she knew was to lock herself away to give her time to figure something else out and the building's door had been long broken down, making it stand out amongst all the locked doors around it. Inviting her to a potential death or hopefully; rescue.
A dodge from an incoming foe that was a little too close for comfort, making her swallow a terrified yelp as the nausea only was held off by the sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins. Zig-zag between cars. Keep them as far away as possible to give her time. Soon enough she zoomed through the broken door and without a second of hesitation started the run up the dark staircase inside. She couldn't see anything, having to follow the railing with her free hand in the terrifying darkness.. One flight.. Two flights.. three.. The groans echoing in the stairwell but getting further away the further up she got. Far enough for her to try and start finding an unlocked door. Blind in the darkness she found them; locked.. locked… locked… Everything locked, making the panic set in within her together with the smell of rotten flesh from somewhere in the building. She couldn't stop, she couldn't even turn back, all hope she had existed in front of her and with every locked door more of her hope for safety got consumed, leaving the desperation to set in as the groans started to get closer again.
She must be closing in to the end of the hallway soon, making these last doors her only, slight hope. Adrenaline pulsing together with every heartbeat as she fumbled in the dark, got a hold of a door handle and pressed down. Her heart skipped a beat as the door swung open, making her almost fall into the apartment, turning around at lightning speed to slam the door shut behind her and instantly locking the door from the inside. Tossing the bat to the side as she desperately started pulling heavy furniture over to block the door. Everything and anything she could find in the dark, even an empty, light bucket before her legs no longer could hold her up.
Her legs became noodles as she fell down on the floor, body shaking as she tried to keep herself up with her hands long enough to let the little to no food she had gotten today fly out of her mouth, splattering her arms with the warm liquid as the dizziness set in. She was exhausted, terrified and alone in a place she had never been before. Eyes burning as the tears started to roll down on her cheeks from the trauma she just had gone through. Mouth foul after what just had happened as she curled up next to the dark, moist wall behind her as the groans from outside filled the space. Heart pounding as she grabbed her bat again, held it hard enough for her knuckles to turn white as she tried to calm herself. Taking long and shaky breaths as she closed her eyes to help the process. One thing was for sure; She was "Not in Kansas anymore."