#nathanstj

location — sea cliff marina.

"nate," she called out quietly as a shaky hand found solace against his forearm, her fingers firmly pressing into the worn material of his shirt. she'd tried to locate rikter in the chaos, but her brief was met with a calculated plan of chaos, her direction shifted to the thought of another. "please tell me you aren't going along with this. we can't go raid another group while they're helping those people." it was a difficult situation to have stumbled into. on one hand, they needed the supplies, but on another, so did the settlement.

a breath hitched in her throat as a few raiders cast curious looks upon them in passing. she'd overheard the potential plan clearly — while one group helped another save what they could, the raiders would strike "you can talk to them, right? surely they'll listen to reason." or they wouldn't. most of them seemed hellbent on doing whatever they wanted, or well, whatever the hell they were told. "i don't care what happens, but i'm not doing it and i just need to know i'm not alone in this."

Deep in her bones and into the cervices of her joints, she was exhausted from running and dodging and evading dangers and all of its profound glory in whisking everything up into distruction. The rain collapsing from the sky didn’t help in navigating through a waterfall raining down her forehead. With Mighty clutched in her arms, even he had a hard time keeping the rain on of him, attempting to shake. In a haste, she sternly told Mighty to stop because if she were to panic is fear now, she’d not only lose her life, but Mighty’s life as well. She couldn’t afford to lose him after losing Finn. The stream of water at her feet trickled downhill. Aimlessly, she was just trying to get away from the chaos and mayhem the store stirred up. The path lead her to oversee a cliff with a majestic mess curating in the sky. Thunder dropped its bomb and lightening crashed down to electrify the vast waters. Startled from the sudden sound, she slipped and fell down the high sided cliff. In the midst of trying to save herself, she lost Mighty. Her hands clawed at the debris and falling rocks, finally her hand catching a tree stump. Looking up to try to see how far she fell, a film of crimson shaded her vision, then looked down. She wasn’t far from the ground, even attempting to carefully climb the rest of the way down. Her cautious stepping proved successful when she found footing on the ground. She collapsed on the ground, with her rocks impaling her back and her face embracing the pouring rain. Breathes of air become liquid gold as she tried to calm her the rise and fall of her trembling expires. Now was no time to lie down and accept her fate. She needed to get up and look for Mighty, so she rolled onto her stomach. Instant pain shooting through her belly, sucking in air through her teeth to bare the agony.