Snippet #10406

Aw, shit...oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! That was about all that ran through Jack's mind as he shot through the forest like a ghost in the dark, moving so fast he was having trouble keeping up with himself. A sound like a banshee came shrieking thorugh the air and made Jack stop to cover his ears. It'd be better for the situation if he could just become deaf, but that would screw up his life. He'd rather be dead.

A drone, about a head in size and general shape, sank lazily through the trees right in front of Jack. The air was pulsating with the sound now, and Jack knew he'd probably die if his arms moved at all. Instead of working a weapon, he jumped off his tree and landed on the drone, then kicked his heel into the speakers or whatever was making the terrible noise. Thankfully, the entire drone fell into the foliage just as Jack hopped off. He took a moment to breathe, then pulled off the bandana that'd previously occupied his face. Jack hadn't been caught yet, and he intended to keep it that way.

Now free of drones, Jack made a fast way north, then back into District Twelve. Of course, no one saw him. Still, Jack was careful to move quickly, but miscalculated and almost barreled into Rue. He caught himself and the small girl before they fell and nodded in appology, "Sorry."