(broken- do you still want to join“A cold world”)
Anna kept shaking the pilot “come on!” she said starting to freak out
Anna kept shaking the pilot “come on!” she said starting to freak out
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"I was just trying not to freak anyone out," Naraplina replied. "Anyway, does anyone know how to find water?""We could always go look for food and water unless you just want to sit here," Quipped a feminine voice, that belonged to Sam, from behind them.
A shadowed shape staggered through the woods not far from Preston. It was clearly feminine, one year or so younger than Preston. She was gripping her left forearm, she was also wearing a black Kara Clark t-shirt and tattered jeans. Her hair was shoulder length, streaked blue and white. She also had a dragon tattoo on her other arm, the head on the hand and the body wrapping around her arm, ending on her shoulder. She was clearly somewhat gothic, an evil and angered aura radiated off her. She'd not seen Preston, and she was gripping something in her good hand.Jadyn sat in a tree, carving something with a pocketknife she had managed (not without difficulty) to smuggle with her onto the plane.
Preston was alone in the woods, making a stone ax. He grumbled as he sharpened the "blade".
Preston heard a rustle in the woods and looked up. He saw an injured woman walking around and called to her. "You need help?"A shadowed shape staggered through the woods not far from Preston. It was clearly feminine, one year or so younger than Preston. She was gripping her left forearm, she was also wearing a black Kara Clark t-shirt and tattered jeans. Her hair was shoulder length, streaked blue and white. She also had a dragon tattoo on her other arm, the head on the hand and the body wrapping around her arm, ending on her shoulder. She was clearly somewhat gothic, an evil and angered aura radiated off her. She'd not seen Preston, and she was gripping something in her good hand.
Jaiquill raised her head to look at him, her eyes cold and demonic. Her streaked hair covered one eye. "I'm fine." She snapped, heading off again, blood seeping from between her fingers, hiding her now profusely bleeding wound.Preston heard a rustle in the woods and looked up. He saw an injured woman walking around and called to her. "You need help?"