[ one moment she's wrestling with the creature, flat on her back and struggling — and in the next moment there's a sharp crack splitting the air and the bulk of her attacker's weight falls directly into her. clarke struggles to push its limp body off of her, shoving its carcass away with a distasteful expression.
the hand that helps her up belongs to one of the other residents, an older man she hasn't seen before. he seems to have appeared literally out of the darkness of the forest and stumbled upon her, which is about as lucky as she's ever gotten.
she gets to her feet, somewhat unsteadily. ] Yeah, I can, I — I'm out of ammo, though. [ the explanation probably isn't necessary, as it's got to be obvious why she was on the ground defenseless, but, still.
clarke squints through the darkness into the distance, where she can see the entrance to the invincible. ] ...Can we make it, if we run?
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the hand that helps her up belongs to one of the other residents, an older man she hasn't seen before. he seems to have appeared literally out of the darkness of the forest and stumbled upon her, which is about as lucky as she's ever gotten.
she gets to her feet, somewhat unsteadily. ] Yeah, I can, I — I'm out of ammo, though. [ the explanation probably isn't necessary, as it's got to be obvious why she was on the ground defenseless, but, still.
clarke squints through the darkness into the distance, where she can see the entrance to the invincible. ] ...Can we make it, if we run?