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thearena2014-06-18 03:13 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in thearena2014-06-18 03:13 pm
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Not even the innocents [closed]
Who| Clementine and Sandy, then Zombie!Clementine
What| Clementine gets dead thanks to a not-spiderbro, Sandy happens on her too late to help and then suffers for her compassion when Clementine turns into a Walker
Where| The Orchards of Arena 10
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Death and violence towards minors, child zombie
For Clementine climbing the tree's in the orchard was relatively easy. She's small and light, the branches easily take her weight as she grasps for the hanging fruit to drop down for later collection.
The orchards had been a last resort, she remembered how the apples had made her and Ellie feel sluggish and cold when they'd eaten them before but this week no little silver parachutes had come floating down for them with life-giving supplies. What little rations they had left would be gone within the day and that left two options, trying to kill the dogs (which besides the risk of taking one down also meant making a fire to cook the meat) or coming here. They'd decided on the latter.
But maybe it wasn't for the lesser risk alone that they'd come here. As they'd approached Clementine had felt a sudden craving for the apples that grew her, hot and hungry in her stomach. They had been tasty and maybe that coldness had just been a coincidence before, an unrelated feeling.
She climbs quickest and eagerly, biting into an apple as she moves, the juices running down her chin. So preoccupied is Clementine that she doesn't realise that she's going further away from her group, that their voices have vanished and the fog has closed in.
Neither does she realise that in this latest tree lurks something very nasty and hungry waiting for a morsel just like her.
What| Clementine gets dead thanks to a not-spiderbro, Sandy happens on her too late to help and then suffers for her compassion when Clementine turns into a Walker
Where| The Orchards of Arena 10
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Death and violence towards minors, child zombie
For Clementine climbing the tree's in the orchard was relatively easy. She's small and light, the branches easily take her weight as she grasps for the hanging fruit to drop down for later collection.
The orchards had been a last resort, she remembered how the apples had made her and Ellie feel sluggish and cold when they'd eaten them before but this week no little silver parachutes had come floating down for them with life-giving supplies. What little rations they had left would be gone within the day and that left two options, trying to kill the dogs (which besides the risk of taking one down also meant making a fire to cook the meat) or coming here. They'd decided on the latter.
But maybe it wasn't for the lesser risk alone that they'd come here. As they'd approached Clementine had felt a sudden craving for the apples that grew her, hot and hungry in her stomach. They had been tasty and maybe that coldness had just been a coincidence before, an unrelated feeling.
She climbs quickest and eagerly, biting into an apple as she moves, the juices running down her chin. So preoccupied is Clementine that she doesn't realise that she's going further away from her group, that their voices have vanished and the fog has closed in.
Neither does she realise that in this latest tree lurks something very nasty and hungry waiting for a morsel just like her.
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Sandy was still being trailed by the strange, empty and emotionless Pruna who looked as though all the life and color had been washed out of her.
Sandy kept her axe on hand and whenever the steady shuffling of Pruna got too close she would turn and check to make sure she wasn't going to attack.
Sandy had been lucky enough to get food donations from her sponsors but they had run out and she was ready to try the fruit from the orchard.
Of course she was more cautious this time. Last time she'd come through the orchard she'd stepped into a snare.
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Clementine freezes in place for dangerous seconds, caught in reaching for another hanging apple before her eyes shoot up to find the grotesque face of one of the monster spiders leering back at her. Quick as a flash her hand dives for the can of bug spray she carries.
Not quick enough.
Her cry of pain echoes amongst the trees, closely followed by an alien shriek from the spider. The bug spray catches it in its eyes but the creatures fangs have already found Clementine's arm and as it rears back her fingers lose their grip in sudden agony as the acidic saliva starts to eat through the flesh.
A sudden tipping moment and gravity greedily takes effect, Clementine goes down, hitting branches all along the way. It hurts and she looses all sense of where the hurt begins and ends until with a sudden thud she impacts with the ground heavily. She coughs, blood spitting up on her lips as something feels very wrong.
The spider is not dead and now it is angry, clambering swiftly downward, trailing silk and determined not to let this stinging little morsel get the best of it.
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Not twenty feet away was a cry and a shriek and a crash as two figures fell from the tree nearby. Sandy instinctively darted behind a tree and peered ahead only to see who it was.
Sandy didn't know Clementine all that well. Just another unfortunate kid trapped in this never ending nightmare.
But even so before Sandy realized what she was doing she had shot out from behind the tree and was running full speed for the rolling mess of limbs on the grass. Two hands gripped the wooden handle of her lumber axe tight as she swung for the spider.
"GET OFF OF HER!" Sandy's shout barked through the orchard, echoing in the fog.
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It never sees the axe coming and the blade buries itself where head conjoins to to abdomen, causing lethal damage and setting off a serious of violent convulsions that send it stamping and rolling in agonising death throes.
For her part Clementine is unaware of why the spider suddenly leaves her, only that it is gone. This is pain like she's never known, blood is seeping rapidly through the thin cloth of her tank top.
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The subtle touch of the emotionless Pruna bumping against her from behind shook Sandy from her haze and she realized Clementine still hadn't gotten up. Falling to her knees Sandy scrambled over to the girl and ripped a first aid kit from her bag.
"Hold still, lemme see how bad it is!" She warned not wanting to freak out the girl worse then she probably already was.
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Walker... Walkers.
She's dying. Even if the spiders bites weren't responsible, eating at her flesh and guts inside, the fall did terrible damage on its own. Something is broken inside cataclysmically.
"You have to..." she tries to say, tries to force the words out. "Don't... don't let..."
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Even with what Sandy had learned about first aid there wasn't much she could do. There was a sizzling off color sort of slime around the puncture holes and nothing in her first aid kit was ready for this.
"I'm so sorry..." She murmured shooting a glance back to "Pruna". The creature who looked like her friend was like a voice in the back of her head telling her what she should do.
The axe lay less then a foot away. It's blade was dark with blood and menacing. Tempting her to do the easy thing.
But was it the right thing?
Her eyes shot back to Clementine's face searching for the answer. Time was running out.
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Her breathe wheezed and her heart started to slow, her vision dimming at the edges. Clementine tried so hard to speak, unsure if she'd gotten the words out or not, she couldn't think anymore. She wanted her parents, she wanted Lee, she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Like that, Clementine dies, her eyes open and now staring blankly upwards.
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Pruna stood silently, uncaring. But it was different this time. This fake Pruna wasn't even aware someone died.
"I hope you get back to the Capitol safely." Sandy whispered setting down the first aid kit and trembling. Some hot wet tears leaked from her eyes and with an unsteady hand she closed Clementine's eyes.
"What's the point!" She sobbed softly, body shaking as she closed her own eyes next. "I learned how to fight and I couldn't protect her. I learned how to lay traps and I still get caught. I learned how to heal people and now this? What was even the point?" She moaned in anguish.
She was so distracted by the crushing hopelessness that she wasn't paying attention to the corpse formerly known as Clementine.
And if Pruna noticed she wasn't about to say.
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Her fingers twitch first, jerking little movements, then her eyelids crack back open, the eyes underneath them have turned opaque. The sound that emerges from her throat is wholly inhuman, a rasping snarl as with a sudden burst of speed her fingers latch onto Sandy's arm, pulling it down as her head lunges upwards to close her mouth on the tender flesh. What was Clementine tears her teeth into Sandy's arm with gruesome unrelenting hunger.
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Letting of a shriek that pierced the ominous fog and echoed through the orchard Sandy drew back on instinct and slammed her left fist into Clementine's temple. It was a sloppy strike but had the force of fear and adrenaline behind it.
The Notpruna watched on impassively.
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Sandy has bare seconds to make a break to get away before it will grasp onto her again.
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"No! No back off! I tried to help you!"
As if that mattered. Sandy had seen this before with people she liked. Once they were infected there was nothing left but hunger.
The pain in her arm was screaming in her ears making it difficult to focus, all of her training was flying out the window.
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The kick doesn't deter her, only delays for a second before the Walker is reaching forward again, hunger the only thing it knows.
Sandy might however notice that is is slow as much as it is determined.
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Grabbing onto the emotionless girls legs Sandy hauled herself to her feet and started pushing her along. Notpruna continued to stare blankly as Sandy put foot after foot between them and the reanimated girl. Blood continued to stream down her arm staining her shirt.
She should finish the zombie off. So long as she "lived" she was a threat to everyone in the arena.
But she was starting to feel numb. Shock was settling in and she knew her time was limited. There was still a chance though.
She couldn't give up, wouldn't give up.
Not this time.