Snippet #1956859

Odessa hefted the large crossbow into the air and rotated her body slamming the 6 inch spike into a near by car. The spike caved in the loader folded back in as Odessa set the cross back on its bottem letting the pistol grip go. The arms of the cross started to retract along with the pistol grip followed by the cord being drawn into the body of the cross. she reaches up pulling her necklace out of the “top” of the cross bow and strings it around her neck. Walking around the cross as it slowly returns to its original shape. She turns her gaze from the horde of zombie she just drew away from the survivors, looking to the small group. She let out a small sigh as if it was her last day, she lifted her large bag hanging it over the “neck” of the cross grabbing the leather strap pulling it back out. A thought crossed her mind as she prepared herself for the grave, “maybe this will be the group to live” she whispered to herself her sad eyes returning as memories washed over her. She spun around a new determined look on her lovely, yet dirty face. She hefted the cross up on her back leaning over more than needed and pulled the cross up father setting her head behind the left arm. She moved allowing her heavy bag to spin around and dangle in front of her as a counter weight. She took a deep breath breath putting her life in the power in charge and started to run as fast as her small mature body could go. her frail looking arms griping the cross arms keeping it from hitting her in the face.

“this is stupid,” she yelled out to herself “what am I doing? Trusting these strangers” she let out a rather adorable squeak when the cross made contact with the wall of the dead. The swatch that she had cut was her only way through, and it was closing quickly. She started to run harder heavy boots coming down on rotted flesh and brittle bones as she climbed over the line of corpses made by her shot. She ran as fast as she could eyes shut plowing through the undead, little did she know her spur of the moment choice was a smart one. Those watching her would see undead reach for her body but quickle knocked away by the crosses arms. Every now and then the cross would hit that sweet spot snapping the arms of the dead in half. She opened her eyes as soon as she broke through the back end of the horde and lost all hop for infront of her was the one thing keeping the group safe. A wooden fence between her and what she was thinking would be safty. She quickly took in the fence and saw a glimmer of hope, a small patch of fence that looked weak. She changed corse angling directly toward the group of survivors and ducked her head charging the fence. The cross made contact with the wall sending a shock wave of pain through her body. The fence gave into the crosses momentum shattering, hearing the wood snap Odessa saw the light of hope. She rand as fast as she could trying her best to hop the shattered wood catching the tip of her boot on a plank.

She fell to the ground with a loud yelp, her body her bag and her cross slid, rolled and tumbled into a heep just ten feet from the group, at the end of the dock. She was out cold she had struck her head and went out like a light. Her life, her proud life of helping those struggling to survive in this hell hole of a world was in the hands of complete strangers………..was this the right choice to make on her part. Live or die, was no longer in her hands…..turn the page.