she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again ... and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons ... she always starts with a smile
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NATTIE ➹
w.w.w.wild child with a REBEL cause
Pressing her forehead agains the cool glass, she let a shiver rush down her spine. September meant that it was getting colder. September meant it was almost fall, which meant it was almost winter. Nattie hated winter. It had only been a few days since she finally turned nine. Only one more year until she was into the double-degits and then perhaps she would finally stop receiving all the "just a kid" comments. "NATTIEEEEE! GET YOUR a** OUTSIDE AND DO SOME CHORES!" The shrieking call of the older woman placed in charge of the extraneous children in the camp nearly knocked Nattie over, causing her to fumble as she clumsily got off of the stool she stood on. God, Nattie hated the woman. It had only been one or two years since Nattie was placed under her watchful eye. "COOOOMMMMMINNNNNNNGGGGG," Nattie called back as she pulled the chair back into it's rightful place and grabbed her blue school-type backpack, slinging it over her frail shoulders. Sure, she'd go outside. However, the whole chore thing was another story.
With a hop and a skip, Nattie made her way through the dingy, run-down house that had been integrated into the Firefly base. Without pausing, blonde hair flew past the matronly woman as Nattie burst outside, not caring to listen to what the woman was going to yell at her to do. She walked for a while, humming to herself and minding her own business, only greeting others when they smiled at her first (which was often, who wouldn't smile at a small, blonde girl humming to herself). As she wandered through the camp, Nattie wondered what kind of adventure she'd get into today. Maybe she'd spend the day sneaking around leadership or strategy meetings. It had been a while since she had seen the top dog of her Firefly faction and bugged him about sending her on more missions. In fact, she hadn't seen much of the "powerful commanders", most of whom she looked up to. Pressing her lips together, she turned abruptly on her heel and started towards the training grounds, close to where many meetings were held and various teams set up camp.
HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Nattie's ears perked up as she heard the strange sound. If she remembered correctly, that was the sound of an aerosol can. "Hello?" she said in a small voice, sneaking around the building from which the sound came, not really wanted to be heard. Without much grace, a body came charging out of the room, obviously on a mission. With the tiniest yelp, Nattie jumped back and pushed herself into the shadows. Peering around the corner, she eyed the being that surprised her. Even from his back, she could tell it was the second in command, a man named Booker. Almost instinctively, a frown pulled down the corners of her mouth as she watched him disappear into the distance, definitely way across the line that was deemed "untouchable" to Nattie. "Hey," she pouted to herself, "How come he gets to leave?" Nattie knew exactly the reason why he could leave, and that was because he was an "adult", however, that didn't mean she thought it was fair. She couldn't count the number of times she had been told to say on this side of the line if she wanted to survive. Hrmph. Like she needed help to survive. Gripping tightly on the straps of her too-big backpack, Nattie picked up her pace, quickly following after the familiar man towards the QZ she was so forbidden to get close to.
However, Nattie didn't get too far until she lost all sense of direction and sight of her superior. Her short, thin legs were simply no match for his long, muscular ones. She knew that if she just turned directly around and walked pretty much straight back, she'd safely return to the Firefly base. But she wasn't about to take the easy way out. No siree! Padding along the tall, grass, Nattie was sure to keep as straight as she could, so it would be easy to run her way back if need be. And eventually, she made her way to just off the QZ. When she first caught glimpse of the walls, she scuttled back, in fear of being seen, but as she crept along, she noticed that there didn't seem to be much human protection on the wall at the moment. In fact, she was so engrossed in keeping her eyes on the wall, Nattie hardly noticed that she had wandered into a spattering of homes.
Homes were dangerous (not like everything in the world was dangerous), because they were ideal hiding places for the Creepers and it was so easy for you to get cornered in one. kkkkk... Nattie heard something. It was faint, but it was something and it was recognizable. Stopping in her tracks, like a scared deer, Nattie whipped her head around, wide eyes looking in all directions. She didn't even have to think about pulling her small dagger from her backpack. But as she scanned the open area, there was nothing. So it wasn't her that was the cause for the clicking. The Creeper was obviously looking for or hearing something else. Now, it could have just been an animal or something menial. Nattie really should have turned and ran, as was her plan. But curiosity got the best of the girl. It had been so long since she had seen any Creepers in real life. Too long. Soft footsteps crept in the direction of the noise, and soon Nattie determined it was coming from a pretty desolate looking house. The front door was wide open. It was certainly no invitation for Nattie to walk inside, but as she grew closer, she remained hidden in the overgrowth, standing next to the porch and angling herself so she could see more clearly inside. There was a staircase and then two entryways off the front hallway. The clicking sound grew strong as Nattie strained to see into one of the rooms from her distant place, half-hiding behind the cement porch.
Then the exploded head of the clicker came into view. The first thing Nattie noticed was what he was wearing: tattered remains of what her father had called business clothes. And in that moment, she was stuck. She just stood, watching the thing click and move about the dark room, clutching the dagger in her hand so hard that her palms started to sweat. It only took a second for Nattie to catch a glimpse of an intelligent (human) figure moving ever-so-slowly. But in that same second, a loud thunk was heard. Someone was about to die. "HEY!" A high pitched yell left her mouth without hesitation, causing her to scare herself and fall backwards into the grass. What had she done? Clambering onto her feet Nattie ripped her sling shot from her pack and felt to make sure there were a few stones in the pockets of her tattered dress. The Creeper's head immediately turned towards her and Nattie saw the full extent that the virus had junked up the businessman's head. "Holy crap!" Nattie breathed, shaking. She knew she had to get out of there, but she knew the Creeper would be too good at following her if she made too much noise. In it's excitement, the beast started to lumber a bit quicker than before, recklessly trying to get to Nattie. Oh how she wished she had stolen a bow or maybe a bigger knife before she left on her adventure today, because everything was about to go horribly wrong.
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