A heavy breath left his lips as he tried to inhale the cold air rushing to his bitter lungs. He was being chased by three ferals. One of their legs was injured and the monster was getting left further and further behind. The other two? They were rapidly catching up.
Those moments of adrenaline made you do strange things.
He pivoted his pacing and moved towards an old dock that used to house many boats many years ago. Ferals could run quickly, but a lot of the time they weren't skilled swimmers. When your prey wasn't in the water, you had no reason to explore unknown terrain. Stein used to show Pierce all the tricks of the trade to get some advantage when things got rough.
After all, Pierce's only reason for existence was survival.
S P L A S H !
He went for it, the freezing water going into his bag, shoes, and drenching his clothing all the way through. It wasn't quite winter yet, but the cold fall weather was rapidly moving through the forest. Once he passed this hurdle he was going to have to worry about freezing to death. "Sh-shit." His fingers were already quivering. He knew not to use the gun or he'd attract more unwanted attention.
Pierce struggled to get going, rapidly swimming forward as he could hear the ferals entering the water behind him as they thrashed around. He was finally about to create a bit more distance, but the boy was barely able to reach towards the back of his pack to try and grab for the axe with him while gripping his gun with his non-dominant hand swiping around as he tried to stay afloat. With the ferals out of their element, he was fairly confident he'd be able to get a few swipes in.
He'd have to land them really well or the kid was going to be in trouble.
After all, it didn't help that Pierce was also out of his element.
No response for a month. Going to close this thread so I can start a new one instead.
Posted 09-23-2021, 11:18 PM
This post was last modified: 10-19-2021, 09:19 PM by Pierce Tawnee
Freezing
