HELL ON WHEELS with Werewolves 2 » Places

         Daiyu's shoulder hurt but she couldn't just stand there and let him attack her. Gritting her teeth Daiyu shot him again. She had no idea where it hit him but she knew from the sound he made that it had. She hit the ground with a thud, the rifle falling from her hand and sliding away from her in the dirt.

She scrambled backwards trying to put a great deal of distance between herself and White Owl. Daiyu rolled and crying out in pain pushed herself to stand. She began to run, trying to find some shelter behind another wagon. She needed to breathe. She knew deep down she was simply prolonging the inevitable but the instinct to perserve herself was winning out.

Daiyu made it to another wagon and she crawled under some of the heavy broken planks. Laying on her stomach she could see if anyone came near her and just to her left was a hole big enough for her to slip out of and continue to run. She waited now. The sweat on her face made the dirt stick to her and she could taste grit in her mouth.

Daiyu laid flat, she needed to take care of her shoulder. If she rolled hard, pushing it into the ground she wondered if she could get it to pop back into the socket. With grim determination Daiyu rolled, pushing her shoulder back in an effort to force it into place. She bit her lip as it painfully shifted and with a small pop hit home. The pressure release was immense and while it still ached at least she had mobility again.

Her eyes immediately watched the ground outside the wagon again. She could see where Jesse lay but not where White Owl was.