Challenging. Breathtaking. Her arms were growing tired from so much swinging, and she eventually just had to keep moving instead of trying to kill every harshly breathing thing that didn't put up a fight.
So she continued down the halls, speeding past busy bodies. Ultimately, she wanted to find her father. He was the only family currently living on The Aibell, and she knew he was her best chance. She knew he would be alive and alright, how else would he have kept his job for so long? But without the civilian communicators going, he was as good as gone. Or.. hold on..
Beth came to and made a sharp turn. She slammed her fist on an elevator summoner, and took a few seconds to run her hand through her hair. Once the doors opened, Beth paused. There was a man sobbing in the corner, mumbling to himself. He payed no attention to her, and after a few heartbeats she simply stepped in and pressed a number on the pad. The doors shut, and they were quickly off.
Not too long after in the awkward silence of a grown man crying, she felt the smooth decline of speed, and they halted. Beth placed her hand on the handle of her sword and mentally prepared herself. The doors for the elevator opened, and it seemed that the ones for the floor were too, but.. they just sort of.. stopped? Beth looked around for a few moments before pressing the same number again. The doors still didn't open. Great.
Beth looked down at the man, hoping he wasn't watching her before she attempted putting her head in the crack of the door. Her ears hurt after trying that. Beth pulled away and crossed her arms. Nope, not gonna fit. Even still though, it looked like there was a lot of debris on the other side. Beth tried pressing the button for the floor below, planning on taking the stairs up instead.
Echos. Echos of beasts, and they didn't sounds too far off. Even though she was only in the elevator for such a small time, it made a perfect escape from the outside station for a few moments. But now, it was just time to get back to work.
Two beasts, feeding on a man who had most of his flesh still in tact. A recent kill. Living this long, he might have had an energy bar on him or something. While they were still distracted, Beth gripped the hilt of her blade tightly and held it behind her shoulders. She made a swing, slicing off the head off-- Wait. Oh god, it got stuck in the spinal cord. She put her foot on the back of the beast and attempted pushing him off of it, but the other beast tried grabbing at her leg. She backed off with her hands both on the hilt. She eventually got to pull it out, but was now confronted with two ugly beasts.
She reached for the sheath hidden under her short dress and dodged to the left of the two. From behind, she kicked one down and slammed the blade of her knife into the head of the other. Letting go, she pressed her foot on the back of the one kicked down, wrapped both hands around the handle and thrust it down into it's head.
She caught up on her breathing for a few moments before pulling out the blade. Damn she was feeling tired, but if she was going to find her father, she-- She was quickly tackled to the ground by another beast, and she dropped her blade. She tried her best to hold it's arms away, the face trying desperately to make contact with hers. She grunted at it's strength against her thin frame, it's nails digging into her hands. She found the strength in her knees to lift the thing up and over her head. She got up as quick as it could, but already then it was coming at her. It threw it's arm at her and she grabbed it, moved to the side and swung the creature down using it's own inertia. She then moved to pick up her blade, and she finally put it out of it's misery.
She slumped down against the nearest wall. Where did that last one come from? She would have seen or heard it if it had come running down the hall-- No, it wouldn't have come that far. It was nearby. But then again, why wouldn't it have been eating with these guys?
After her small break, she got up and went to check the body of the half-eaten victim. She had gotten used to the smell of rotting corpses, but even still, it made her a bit nauseous. She leaned down picked his pockets, but there was nothing good enough to take. Not even a weapon. Where was his defense? He couldn't have survived this long without a knife or something, maybe even friends.
Friends. Family. It finally came to her; he must not have been alone. And with that jumpscare of a monster lingering around, they might still be here. She walked over to the beast with her knife in it's head, gripped the handle and ripped it out. She placed it back in it's sheath, and looked around again for anything else she was missing.
".. Hey, they're dead." She mused her voice around, turning her head, "Whoever's here can come out now."
So she continued down the halls, speeding past busy bodies. Ultimately, she wanted to find her father. He was the only family currently living on The Aibell, and she knew he was her best chance. She knew he would be alive and alright, how else would he have kept his job for so long? But without the civilian communicators going, he was as good as gone. Or.. hold on..
Beth came to and made a sharp turn. She slammed her fist on an elevator summoner, and took a few seconds to run her hand through her hair. Once the doors opened, Beth paused. There was a man sobbing in the corner, mumbling to himself. He payed no attention to her, and after a few heartbeats she simply stepped in and pressed a number on the pad. The doors shut, and they were quickly off.
Not too long after in the awkward silence of a grown man crying, she felt the smooth decline of speed, and they halted. Beth placed her hand on the handle of her sword and mentally prepared herself. The doors for the elevator opened, and it seemed that the ones for the floor were too, but.. they just sort of.. stopped? Beth looked around for a few moments before pressing the same number again. The doors still didn't open. Great.
Beth looked down at the man, hoping he wasn't watching her before she attempted putting her head in the crack of the door. Her ears hurt after trying that. Beth pulled away and crossed her arms. Nope, not gonna fit. Even still though, it looked like there was a lot of debris on the other side. Beth tried pressing the button for the floor below, planning on taking the stairs up instead.
Echos. Echos of beasts, and they didn't sounds too far off. Even though she was only in the elevator for such a small time, it made a perfect escape from the outside station for a few moments. But now, it was just time to get back to work.
Two beasts, feeding on a man who had most of his flesh still in tact. A recent kill. Living this long, he might have had an energy bar on him or something. While they were still distracted, Beth gripped the hilt of her blade tightly and held it behind her shoulders. She made a swing, slicing off the head off-- Wait. Oh god, it got stuck in the spinal cord. She put her foot on the back of the beast and attempted pushing him off of it, but the other beast tried grabbing at her leg. She backed off with her hands both on the hilt. She eventually got to pull it out, but was now confronted with two ugly beasts.
She reached for the sheath hidden under her short dress and dodged to the left of the two. From behind, she kicked one down and slammed the blade of her knife into the head of the other. Letting go, she pressed her foot on the back of the one kicked down, wrapped both hands around the handle and thrust it down into it's head.
She caught up on her breathing for a few moments before pulling out the blade. Damn she was feeling tired, but if she was going to find her father, she-- She was quickly tackled to the ground by another beast, and she dropped her blade. She tried her best to hold it's arms away, the face trying desperately to make contact with hers. She grunted at it's strength against her thin frame, it's nails digging into her hands. She found the strength in her knees to lift the thing up and over her head. She got up as quick as it could, but already then it was coming at her. It threw it's arm at her and she grabbed it, moved to the side and swung the creature down using it's own inertia. She then moved to pick up her blade, and she finally put it out of it's misery.
She slumped down against the nearest wall. Where did that last one come from? She would have seen or heard it if it had come running down the hall-- No, it wouldn't have come that far. It was nearby. But then again, why wouldn't it have been eating with these guys?
After her small break, she got up and went to check the body of the half-eaten victim. She had gotten used to the smell of rotting corpses, but even still, it made her a bit nauseous. She leaned down picked his pockets, but there was nothing good enough to take. Not even a weapon. Where was his defense? He couldn't have survived this long without a knife or something, maybe even friends.
Friends. Family. It finally came to her; he must not have been alone. And with that jumpscare of a monster lingering around, they might still be here. She walked over to the beast with her knife in it's head, gripped the handle and ripped it out. She placed it back in it's sheath, and looked around again for anything else she was missing.
".. Hey, they're dead." She mused her voice around, turning her head, "Whoever's here can come out now."