03-13-2012, 12:35 AM
(Strike 2/3)
Lottie settled her bottom on a sturdier branch while examining her cut up hands at the same time. They were now covered in splinters because of her carelessness as she'd climbed up the tree. Blood leaked from a small scratch on her left arm. She rubbed the wound and looked down. She'd climbed high up. A squirrel's nest was beside her head, but nothing in it.
Lottie jolted her head up as she heard the Cyclopes roar again, much closer than it'd been before. It'd seen her go up the tree. It definitely seen her! The small growls of the common infected caused Lottie to close her eyes and pray for the ability of camouflage. But the horde filled with at least 20 of those ghastly monsters. And then, the gunshots rang out.
"Oh holy crap." Lottie said, using her famous catch-phrase. She climbed higher into the tree. The explosion of sounds that the guns were letting off were bound to attract a horde. They did every time. Something hit a branch above Lottie. She looked up to see a blood covered piece of meat stuck on a wavering tree branch. Climbing over to a few branches on the left of her, Lottie bit her lip at the sound of words. Were those people??? Were those people actual survivors, or were they bitten? Were they looters? Were they the ones who'd shot at the zombies? The questions raced through Lottie's head swiftly. She hadn't seen people, well, she couldn't say that. She'd seen looters. For a little while, she'd actually been in a small group with some. But that wasn't the point. Those people needed to get away from there now before the horde came. The urge to jump from the tree and warn them made her temples throb. But her feet wouldn't go. She knew the consequences of startling and associating with looters; it always ended in death.
With a sigh, Lottie tried to slow her thoughts so she'd be able to hear the words that the humans were saying. She couldn't hear it all, though. They were wayyy too far away. The sound of leaves rustling caused her to stop fidgeting with her hands and look at her surroundings. It wasn't coming from the tree. It was coming from the ground. Lottie looked around for animals, but saw nothing. She went back to her nails. She hadn't bitten them in so long, that they were at least a full two inches past her fingertips. Perfect for fighting.
Another rustle sounded from below and Lottie's eyes went back to the ground. Three infected dragged by, each in a bloodied outfit. "Holy crap." Lottie said under her breath, her eyes widening. Whoever was outside was definitely screwed. Only God and a some real good runnin' skills could save them now.
Lottie watched as a few more monsters walked under her tree. Her breathing shallowed, causing her to move her hand. Bad move. She fell slightly backwards, causing a small branch to break and begin falling down the tree. She stood perfectly still, as more infected were coming. Would they see her? Would they smell her? Would they even hear the sound the branch made as it hit branches on its way down then got stuck on a bunch of pine needles? Lottie got a migraine just thinking about it, and her head throbbed as a drifter stopped under the tree. Would it look up? Lottie held her breath, happy as it began walking in the same direction as the others. It was was gonna be a long day.
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