Snippet #1308577

Shortly after Anselm had jumped, Tegan followed. The wind slapping her face felt amazing, though her stomache was doing flips. She looked off into the distance trying to take in her surroundings but everything looked tiny and empty. Once she was low enough, she pulled the cord bracing herself for the giant tug. As she soared down towards the ground she attempted to steer herself away from a dangerous looking patch of bushes, thankfully being successful. Tegan kept her legs bent, but stiff, and made contact with the ground, stumbling a bit but not falling flat on her face. After wrapping up her parachute and stuffing it back in her bag she decided she'd better find the others before a lion ate her. Once she secured both handguns on her sides and slung the rifle on her back she called out to the others.

"Hello? Anyone alive?"