— ADVENTURER.

❛ yeah   …   i think the smell is a   dead   give away. ❜   fingers pinched the end of her nose,   stopping the horrific smell from the decaying corpse from entering.   having to turn her face away to stop her eyes from watering,   she had never smelled something so   …   dreadful before.   holding her breath,   she moved towards the corpse,   reaching down to pick up the key that hung from his waist,   trying not to gag at the smell and sight.

quickly pulling her hand back,   with the key in hand.   stumbling back to get away from the corpse as fast as she can,   no longer being able to stand the smell,   she could feel her stomach gurgling.   ❛ right   …   got ‘em.   let’s getting going before we come across more of these. ❜   wiping the tears from her eyes,   she tried to clear her throat.   ❛ can’t wait to get the hell out of here. ❜

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin |Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard |A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns |Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark|Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes| Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere |Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

letting  amelia  go  off  on  her  own  like  this,  it  had  seemed  a  terrible  idea  from  the  start.  she  didn’t  want  to  seem  like  the  overprotective  sister,  to  be  the  one  who  keeps  the  other  from  doing what  they  felt  was  their  purpose.  perhaps  that  feeling  that  arose  from  the  very  beginning  dealt  with  the  idea  of  the  two  of  them  being  apart,  something  that  seemed  so  impossible.  the  two  had  always  been  attached  at  the  hip,  never  once  separating  from  each  other’s  side  no  matter  the  situation.  then  again,  they  were  growing  up  and  growing  up  meant  sometimes  leaving  the  other  behind  and  going  off  on  your  own.

❛  i  guess  i  simply  thought  the  worst.  ❜            within  reason,  seeing  as  it  had  been  weeks.  her  thoughts  had  been  filled  with  the  worst  of  the  worst,  and  such  thoughts  including  the  idea  of  lara  having  to  bury  another  croft.  their  family  had  been  through  so  much  as  it  was,  it  only  seemed  right  that  tragedy  would  still  follow  the  two  of  them  through  life.              ❛  how  was  your  trip?  any  souvenirs?  ❜            that  worry  still  lingers  even  if  there’s  a  soft  laugh  given  at  the  same  time.  still,  lara  manages  to  try  and  keep  the  conversation  light  instead  of  focusing  so  much  on  negatives.            ❛  i  bet  you  saw  quite  a  bit.  ❜

she thought of the worse   ;   and the worse had happened.   but amelia struggled to say it out loud, she struggled to speak of the nightmare that unfolded in front of her.   the death of vladimir, by her hand, the countless deaths that coated her hands.   she held onto the phone tighter, until her knuckles went white with the grip, listening carefully to lara’s voice, trying to use that as her anchor, to keep her heartbeat slow and her thoughts on her and not the madness she had seen.

The creature falls with a monstrous thud.  The destruction of its brain sparks a blaze that incinerates its mutated body until there is nothing left but ash and a pool of inky blood.  It’s companion — similar in mutation, but slightly smaller in size — lets out a hair-raising wail, loud and piercing.  Like nails on a chalkboard.  It moves to charge.

Another shot rings out.  He doesn’t let it get that far.

Leon turns his attention towards his company and recognizes the look on her face:  shockfearworry, the loss of innocence as one reality ends and a new one begins.  No matter how often he sees it, it never gets easier.

It was best to keep a direct approach.  Stick to facts, be firm.  In a more perfect world, he would take the time to comfort her, but this was not a perfect world.

“We have to keep moving,” he says, moving to peer through the slats of the window blinds. There was little daylight left.  Shit. There goes being able to see.   “There’ll be more of those things coming.  How much ammunition do you have left?”

with them both down, lara took the time to move towards the monsters, glaring down at them, being careful not to step in the pool of black blood pouring from them.  she had never seen anything like them before, she had came across countless of other monsters.   the stormguards    —   the immortal beings that protected the lost queen of yamatai.   the deathless    —   the immortal prophet’s guardians that protected an ancient relic.   the closest thing she can relate these beasts too, were the rotting bodies that were that yaaxil.   that she had encountered in paititi.  but nothing like this.

❛ hm ? ❜   she peaked her head up, just when he started to talk, trying not to pay attention to the bodies anymore, stepping over them to head over to the male figure.   looking down at her pistol, she checked her ammo over, she knew she had enough in her rifle and shotgun that were attached to her back.   as well as a few arrows to keep her going if the ammo ever did run out.    ❛ enough.   enough to keep going. ❜

taking a deep breath   ;   she pulled herself together.   or tried too.   this was a tough situation to be in, she had her fair share of troubles, but nothing as open like this, with these monsters roaming the streets of a modern land, instead of a lost city.   this was public, people could actually be hurt.  families, mothers, fathers, brother, sisters ... and lara didn’t know how she truly felt about that danger.   how could she help ?

reaching over, she clicked on the next tab of the research on the bright screen, eyes scanning and then hands reaching for another book, looking through their father’s notes again, for any clue of the location of the prophet’s tomb. 

yes    —   this was the obsession that destroyed their father, drove him to lose his reputation, to lose his credibility and word as an archaeologist.   but lara didn’t see that it was doing the same to her, that she was following in her own father’s footsteps.     ❛ please ? ❜

❝   i  think  it’s  safe  t’say  we’re  in  a  pirate  cave.   ❞

50 % EXPLORER. : the explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. they take journeys, not vacations.

28% INTELLECTUAL. : the intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party-guest. engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

22% CAREGIVER. : friendly, sincere and compassionate, the caregiver finds their reward in helping others. no one could ask for a better best friend.