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thearena2015-02-05 10:34 pm
walking_dead_walker) wrote in thearena2015-02-05 10:34 pm
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[Open] Over his Cold Dead Body
Who| Kieren Walker and open
What| Arriving in the arena
Where| Birch forest
When| Late week 1
Warnings/Notes| N/A
It had all happened so fast. One moment he was at home, reeling from the shock of Amy's death, and deciding he wasn't going to leave Roarton, the next he...well, he was finally able to leave Roarton, but just as things always seemed to turn out, he was given no control over any aspect of it. He simply woke up in a strange place, and despite his protests, quickly shoved out into this...well, what seemed to be a battle to the death.
And he didn't have any medication.
He ignored the cornucopia. With what he'd be turning into in a day, he wouldn't have any need or use for those supplies. Instead, he turned and ran for cover. Maybe if he got himself lost in the wilderness, he'd end up wandering for days until he ended up waiting this all out. Or maybe, he thought with a shudder, he'd end up eating the competition. Or getting shot in the head.
He was jumpy, nervous, and anticipating the worst, even though he'd not yet decided what the worst would be. Would it be worse to have someone see him alone in the woods with no weapons and no supplies and pick him off as an easy mark? Or would it be worse once he went rabid if he was the one to find them? Would anyone even be able or willing to bring him back to his old self once he did go rabid?
Was there even an outcome of this that would turn out any way but disastrous?
Leaning against a tree, Kieren slid down to the ground. “Fuck.”
He was screwed. And sitting in about six inches of snow. Fortunately, being undead meant he couldn't really feel the cold, though he wondered if he'd end of freezing into an icy block of zombie where he sat if he didn't get up and keep moving.
What| Arriving in the arena
Where| Birch forest
When| Late week 1
Warnings/Notes| N/A
It had all happened so fast. One moment he was at home, reeling from the shock of Amy's death, and deciding he wasn't going to leave Roarton, the next he...well, he was finally able to leave Roarton, but just as things always seemed to turn out, he was given no control over any aspect of it. He simply woke up in a strange place, and despite his protests, quickly shoved out into this...well, what seemed to be a battle to the death.
And he didn't have any medication.
He ignored the cornucopia. With what he'd be turning into in a day, he wouldn't have any need or use for those supplies. Instead, he turned and ran for cover. Maybe if he got himself lost in the wilderness, he'd end up wandering for days until he ended up waiting this all out. Or maybe, he thought with a shudder, he'd end up eating the competition. Or getting shot in the head.
He was jumpy, nervous, and anticipating the worst, even though he'd not yet decided what the worst would be. Would it be worse to have someone see him alone in the woods with no weapons and no supplies and pick him off as an easy mark? Or would it be worse once he went rabid if he was the one to find them? Would anyone even be able or willing to bring him back to his old self once he did go rabid?
Was there even an outcome of this that would turn out any way but disastrous?
Leaning against a tree, Kieren slid down to the ground. “Fuck.”
He was screwed. And sitting in about six inches of snow. Fortunately, being undead meant he couldn't really feel the cold, though he wondered if he'd end of freezing into an icy block of zombie where he sat if he didn't get up and keep moving.