Risky--The--Raccoon

    She dropped her knife. Some power had overcome her, all of a sudden, and the man approached her gently.

She couldn’t move.

“  … Are you alright? “

She couldn’t speak..

Couldn’t breathe..

Couldn’t move her body..

And then it was all black.

TWO HOURS LATER…

    She awoke to a sweet, yet dreadful smell. The smell of something cooking-- where was it? She looked around the room; a very large bed was where she was nicely tucked in with faded red bedsheets. She felt her sides, her face, her neck; nope, she was fine. Alive. She noticed the walls were littered with blood stains and black scorch marks. She saw her little pouch on the desk and took her knife from it-- putting on the locket just in case.

“ Okay, Katelyn, you can do this. Don’t be afraid, and don’t think about it. “ She whispered to herself. Her sneakers squeaked when she walked on the already creaky floor. She winced; she was definitely not the sneakiest person ever. Footsteps could be heard trekking up the stairs. She had to hide. She darted back into the bed, keeping the knife tightly gripped. She pretended to be asleep.

    Shadow guy from before walked in.
“ … Get up, kid, I know you’re awake. You’re under protective surveillance now; so don’t get cocky. “

She hissed and sat up.

“ And give me the knife, too. “

She actually hissed. His voice lowered and got more stern.

“ Give it, now, Katelyn. “

His sudden tone change startled her, he sounded.. so cold.. So..

She handed him her knife. He nodded and tucked it safely away.

“ Was that so hard? Anyways, you hungry? I made some biscuits and tea. “

    Biscuits sounded good right about now. She nodded and hid her smile. She really liked them-- tea, not so much, never really did. She hopped out of the bed and actually noticed-- she had a different outfit on. A faded red long-sleeve shirt, some new jeans and a pair of black sneakers. She still had her scarf.

    “ What.. happened to my clothes? “

    “ Your other outfit got ripped apart when you were being possessed. “

    What.

    “ P.. Possessed? “

    “ That locket you found contai-- “

    Gunfire outside. He scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, sprinting downstairs.

    “ Hope you can eat fast and shoot a gun, kid, cause we’re gonna need it. “

    She nodded. She stuffed her face full of the yummy, buttery biscuits, downed some of the (gross) tea, and clumsily caught the small 9mm pistol he tossed to her.

    “ We got company. And they’re not gonna be as nice as we are. “

    “ We? “

    A younger man stumbled into the door, along with a women, who looked thinner than she should. She was wounded. The shadow man ran up to her and set her on the couch. The two men nodded to each other.

    “ What’s going on?! “

    “ Just aim and shoot, kid, these stupid corpses don’t wanna give up, do they? “

    “ Z.. Zomb-- “

    “ Yes, zombies. Now man up and fire! “

    They started to shoot their weapons-- a crossbow was with the shadow man. The other man had a rifle.

    She fired.

    A zombie dropped dead.

    Another shot.

    Another zombie.

    More and more fell down, until every single one was in one big, messy, bloody pile. They scavenged the pile for supplies, and found some wallets, a few sets of house keys, a crowbar, and some sort of small, tiny little box. Katelyn took the box and held it up to her face to examine it.

    It was about the size of a ring box, made with black metal, and had a white star painted onto it. She was very tempted to open it.

    As soon as she tried to, the man closed it back up.

    “ Don’t open it. “

    “ Why not? You weren’t the one to find it. “

    He growled, but nods anyway. He moved his hand away from the box. She opened it slightly. And dropped the box, accidentally. She picked up the dropped ring; it was a golden ring with engravings which looked like vines. She slipped it onto her hand, and felt a surge. She didn’t mind it, and kept digging.

    She hissed to herself, “ I wonder what this ring is for… “

    “ What ring? “

    “ The one in the box. I like it-- it’s a perfect fit! “

    He looked at her curiously. A ring..? Oh well. It doesn’t matter- what matters is that she can shoot and can fight. On that note, it was clearly shown that her scars on her neck and arms were indeed wounds from fights, as they were knife scars and scorch marks. She looked at him worriedly.

    “ Why are you staring at me like that? “

    “ Hm-- Oh, sorry, sorry. Was just thinking; how’d you get so many scars? They look more fresh that others. “

    “ I was a part of the Rebellion League. We were-- are a band of people who are doing what we have to to get our rights back from the stupid govern-- “

    A zombie had grabbed her ankle. She shrieked and kicked it away, hiding behind the other human man. The shadow man shot a goopy, black tentacle arm through it’s skull, shattering it. It dropped dead again.

    What was that?!