Bliss's Story

Bliss ran though the trees at a lazy jog, bear zigzagging in-between her carefully placed feet. she stepped as to not make a single sound, dodging each fallen branch with care. provisions. that was all that was on her mind, usually staying out of sight was the first thing, but not now. she was running low on tools and medical supplies, these three were her only chance. she could take them on...maybe. they looked weak, tired. she swung her gun to her chest and unlocked the safety, swinging the barrel forward and placing her gloved finger on the trigger. she burst through the trees and stopped about 20 feet from the encountered humans.
"drop your weapons!" she shouted briskly, keeping her face blank and emotionless.
she inched towards them slowly, waiting fro a response.

Bliss lowered her gun slowly, looking at the officers with a sceptical gaze. bear sat at her feet and hissed at the men.
there were only three of them...but they were helping each-other. what was this? they must be infected, or starved or something. Bliss couldn't remember the last time she came in contact with civil human beings. she kept her ground and her hand on the trigger, but the nozzle pointed at the ground. "i'm Bliss...i'm unaffected and running low on previsions...." she stared at the ground with discomfort. what was she doing? she never asked others for help before...but the help was sitting at her feet, she couldn't possibly ignore it... " i need help..." she stated calmly as she looked up once again, her grey eyes letting lose the slightest bit of emotion

It didn't help Jen's laughter to get a pet on the head and be called Jenni, but it quickly stopped as another infected jumped the car. She starred at Penfold in terror as he was swaying on the roof of the van, but snapped back into reality as she realized she would crash if she didn't. As blood gashed in to the van, she just hoped it belonged to an infected, but quickly realized it didn't. "God dammit Penfold! Nobody dies on my watch! Stop trying to!" she yelled at him. The van was speeding dangerously along the road, but she couldn't risk having more hunters catch up. As he got back in, she saw how bad the injury was "New girl, up front, stop the bleeding!" she yelled at the girl that had just gotten into the car, then added "or anyone else!"

She felt her hands sweat, she had never lost anyone on a mission, and Penfold was not going to be the first! She knew she was only powered by adrenaline at this point, and thanked everything that might once have cared for all the car chases she had been in, swirling around still cars was much easier than going on the highway. She managed to hit one, the van slid sideways "SHITFUCK JEN FOCUS YOU FUCKTARD!" she cursed at herself. She regained control, hoping she hadn't caused any concussions.

As Wayne radioed she replied "George" instead of Roger or Copy, and tried to follow the directions. She nearly missed the turn, and had to yank the handbreak to get around it, speeding up to the front of the motel.

"Glad you could make it officer" she heard Wayne say, but the look she sent him, the real panic on her face probably, and Panfolds blood gushed all over her told the story as she jumped out of the van, hardly having parked. She ran around the front and yanked open the passenger door, getting her knife out she cut open the sleeve on Penfolds shirt, trying desperately to stop the bleeding "didn't anyone have needle and thread?" she demanded, slapping Penfold on the cheek, pretty hard "wake up!" she commanded. "Dammit Josê if you die on me!" she screamed, first the realizing that she had lost it for a few seconds.

She knew she was hysterical, she was trained not to be, even under extreme conditions, yet she was. Not yet in the "does something really stupid" state, but hysterical and irrational, and probably the worlds least comfortable driver not to mention. Why the hell was everyone so calm around her? She started blushing as she realized what a fool she had just made out of herself.