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...she was deffo going to hit the gym after this mission.

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"WHOOPS."

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Trust something to happen the second Evan had to find a sand dune to pee in. He came back just in time to watch Paige start swinging wildly, standing back with an eyebrow raised until she finally hit her target. "How did you even miss with a weapon that big?" He couldn't even be annoyed that he hadn't gotten a crack at the horseman; Paige flailing around had been funny enough to make up for it.

Cee - Day 3 - Just what we need



The next day was windy and blustery but not enough to stop them from working. Everyone seemed antsy after being cooped up, even with games and stories and eventually all falling asleep under the blue glow of their cell phones. They were up early, finding small tasks until everyone was ready for a patrol.

Even a horseman would be welcome at this point.

They did their rounds, upbeat and eager, because it wasn't a storm today and it was also the last day of the mission. They'd be back home tomorrow. Out of the <******** sand.

Cee knew not to wander away and in her defense she hadn't gone more than 10 feet away. There was an odd stone slab dredged up by the storm, something she crouched to examine, when the sand around her shifted and in near silence gave out from under her.

She hadn't time to yell or call out, nothing more than a "Fahck!" caught by the desert wind as the patrol continued on. Unless someone had looked backward, they couldn't notice for several minutes that she'd stopped chatting aloud.

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"With your aim, I don't think my d**k's got much to worry about," Evan retorted.

Cee - Just what we need

The first thing that struck her was that she hadn't hit anything painful. She'd landed on something pliable, firm but squishy. The second thing she noted was the smell. It was stomach roiling and Cee gagged in the dark. The woman stood on shakey legs but all she could see was the barest patch of light above her and darkness all around.

She backed out of the strange soft pile as it shifted in pieces around her legs. Snap was summoned, each whip coiled around a shoulder, the barest runic light revealing body parts.

"Oh god.. oh ********.. HEEEELPPP!!!" She screamed, with instantaneous hyperventilation, at the top of her lungs and backed into a wall. She hit the stone and her fingers dragged (with no passing thought to her manicure) across the stone to find purchase on anything. "HEEELPPPP!!!!"

The piles shifted, the body parts moving and trembling. A hand emerged - a bald fleshy head, like silly putty on a wire form. "HEEEELLLPPPP oh god oh ******** oh dear christ.."

The other piles started to move as well and Cee, frozen in place by fear, could only gape. Snap weighed upon her with urgency.. to move.. to move. But where.. where.. her head spun to every broken darkened corner where all she could see was the lumpy outlines of limbs.

The thing made a noise, a gurgle or a hiss or...

The only way out was up. Through the way she came but, well, the thing was between her and the exit.

It crawled and and scratched and pulled it's way towards her, a shapeless mass of human form. It's eyes were just dark holes.

'Principessa, you see that monster and you punch it in the face.' A memory shook her and despite her trembling and clinging, Concetta steeled herself.

"We gon' die, b***h.." She spoke aloud but spoke to her weapon.

The thing crawled at her, stopping to sniff the air.

"You better git me outta here.." Snap's presence compressed and for once, seemed supportive. Like she would lift her up and carry her away.

So Cee ran.

She booked it straight at the creature, using it's head like a stepping stone, and leapt upwards towards the hole. The dual whips struck out and above and found something - anything - to grasp. The metal found purchase in the stone ceiling, holding her steady but now, Cee was in a pickle.

She just hung there, several feet above the ground, desperately holding on. <********.." She heard it under her, making those sniffing noises again. Concetta glanced down as it rose up, teetering, and grabbed her ankle in fleshy, maleable hands. It's disgusting fingers clawed up her legs, tangling in the bottom of her coat and Cee screamed. Hanging, she flailed and kicked and all the while the thing flapped almost bonelessly under her. It grasped and pulled, tearing her clothes, and trying to bring her down.

"Get.. ********.. OFF!" It's finger brushed her skin and the repulsive feeling, a feeling of something simply wrong, was the last straw. One whip lashed down and then up again to find purchase higher still and her flailing feet pushed off the creature's face. Every ounce of strength she had was used to pull herself back up into the shifting sands, shaking and trembling in her shredded uniform.

Her hands trembled, arms like jelly, and mind numbed with shock. When Cee dared look back in the hole she could see the thing crouched, bunched up fabric pressed to it's face as it smelled her coat. <********... pervert!" She barked shakily, only to be met by a cool dark eyed gaze.

It had taken her face.

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Horseman defeated, Zeke was standing back, laughing his a** off at the exchange between Paige and Evan.

sandstorm

Tossing himself down on his cot, Zeke toed his boots off before bothering to answer the others. "Whatever passes the time." Not a rousing endorsement of the idea, but not a rejection either.