Snippet #2474683

How long had she been running? When had he peeled off and headed back? What was happening? Actually happening.

Her blue eyes tried to keep clear and focused as she continued running forward. There was no turning back; she couldn't afford it. Even when a bear-trap cinched her, she kept running forward. The wound wasn't deep, thankfully, but it was enough to cause her skin to ooze blood. It was burn-like in its nature and, without proper wrapping, could easily get infected and bring about her death. Oh how she wished her Slasher was here. She just wanted his arms to pluck her from the earth and carry her to safety. Anyplace save for her would do, really. But she was alone.

How far had she gone now? Not daring to peek over her shoulder, she kept moving forward. Knowing if she stopped that she would never regain her speed, the blond kept racing toward the rocks where the sniper once fired from. Closing her eyes, the tears slipped from them as she inched closer and closer to her location. But that gash on her leg was beginning to take its toll. Her rush of adrenaline was starting to vanish. Her boost was dwindling and she could feel her strength slip from her. Falling to her knees, the sharp sting of the coarse sand kept her from moving. Laying there, Bandit fought to breathe. It was a hard, slow process. Sharp and painful, too. It felt as if someone had lodged a knife between his breasts.

Somehow, she managed to kick herself around so that she was now gazing up at the hazy sky above her. Frantically, her hands felt for her weapon. Should something be on her tail or in the area, she would need some line of defense. From her peripheral vision, she could see that her savior sniper had already broke away and was probably running from here. It was the wisest move, honestly. After all, could you really trust anyone out here? Even at times Bandit questioned her partner. Who was to say he wouldn't go bat-shit crazy and eat her alive? Who was to say he wouldn't leave her for dead? Everything rested on where or not she could control the situation and that man of hers.

After much finagling, Bandit finally freed her hunting shotgun. Ready for whatever came next, she let her blue eyes frantically scoot around the surrounding areas. If one where to attack, she would see them. There was nothing super close that could veil an attack, save for the ledge below her, but Bandit was betting that anything smaller than a human could make that jump. Unless... no, she wouldn't go there. It was better to just wait and see what would happen. No point worrying oneself to death, right?

Gun loaded and aiming in process, Bandit waited for the unknown. Keeping her prayers on Slasher, she really hoped he would pop up over the mount and come to her rescue. Right now, she could use a hero.