06-25-2009, 06:24 AM
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"Then who-"
"He's one of your kind," she snarled at Alston, "Why don't you ask him? He's already begun, we could feel the agony of our own dead all the way in the Hall of Souls. And I promise you, that human will have the walking dead outnumber the living very soon if he has his way."
"One of.." Alston trailed off. Whoever ordered the massacre of Javon, that's who it had to be.
The woman cautiously peered out of the tent seeking signs of patrols. When she glanced back at Alston, he was trying to pull Hallah to her feet.
"She'll only slow you down," the elf said flatly.
"Doesn't matter. I can't leave her here."
She watched him struggle for a moment, then muttered something that, while Alston couldn't understand the exact words, had the universal signs of "swearing" about it.
She darted over and pulled Hallah's other arm over her shoulders. "I get you both out of this camp, and then you're on your own, understand?"
"Thank y-"
"Don't. Doesn't do me any good if you get caught. Just try to keep up."
Robin stood at the mouth of the cave, staring out at the night.
Javon had been a nice sized town as she recalled. She'd expected more people when they reached the caves. At least more than the dozen or so survivors that met them and their escort. A few were wounded, a few were young children, and all of them had a haunted look about them that told of the horrors they'd seen.
Daniel told her it wasn't her fault. So had Marcus. The people didn't blame her either.
Yet she couldn't shake the awful feeling that this was still her fault.
Damn Bathus! Damn him and his magic!
She hugged herself tightly against the cold.
And damn me for letting him out.
She'd stop him. She didn't know how, but she'd stop him. Some how, some way.
"Robin?" It was Daniel's voice.
Robin quickly composed herself before turning around. "Hi Danny."
"I was wondering... are you okay?"
"Just... keeping watch."
Daniel nodded, but she could tell by his face that he didn't believe her. "Marcus says we should get some rest, long day tomorrow."
"Where to this time?"
"He didn't say."
"Figures."
"I know. But he's talked to everyone here so I guess he knows where we're heading."
"I guess."
"... Are you sure you're okay? You looked kinda... sad when I-"
Robin giggled and gave him a quick kiss. "You worry too much," she smiled. "By the way, ears."
Like a reflex, Daniel's hands quickly inspected his headband. He sighed and adjusted the fabric to cover his elven heritage.
"Just in case there's more like Corbin," Robin added.
"Let's hope not," he sighed.
"I still think they're cute."
"Corbin doesn't."
"He's just jealous," she joked. "They all are."
"I wish Robin," he sighed. "I wish."
"Then who-"
"He's one of your kind," she snarled at Alston, "Why don't you ask him? He's already begun, we could feel the agony of our own dead all the way in the Hall of Souls. And I promise you, that human will have the walking dead outnumber the living very soon if he has his way."
"One of.." Alston trailed off. Whoever ordered the massacre of Javon, that's who it had to be.
The woman cautiously peered out of the tent seeking signs of patrols. When she glanced back at Alston, he was trying to pull Hallah to her feet.
"She'll only slow you down," the elf said flatly.
"Doesn't matter. I can't leave her here."
She watched him struggle for a moment, then muttered something that, while Alston couldn't understand the exact words, had the universal signs of "swearing" about it.
She darted over and pulled Hallah's other arm over her shoulders. "I get you both out of this camp, and then you're on your own, understand?"
"Thank y-"
"Don't. Doesn't do me any good if you get caught. Just try to keep up."
* * *
Robin stood at the mouth of the cave, staring out at the night.
Javon had been a nice sized town as she recalled. She'd expected more people when they reached the caves. At least more than the dozen or so survivors that met them and their escort. A few were wounded, a few were young children, and all of them had a haunted look about them that told of the horrors they'd seen.
Daniel told her it wasn't her fault. So had Marcus. The people didn't blame her either.
Yet she couldn't shake the awful feeling that this was still her fault.
Damn Bathus! Damn him and his magic!
She hugged herself tightly against the cold.
And damn me for letting him out.
She'd stop him. She didn't know how, but she'd stop him. Some how, some way.
"Robin?" It was Daniel's voice.
Robin quickly composed herself before turning around. "Hi Danny."
"I was wondering... are you okay?"
"Just... keeping watch."
Daniel nodded, but she could tell by his face that he didn't believe her. "Marcus says we should get some rest, long day tomorrow."
"Where to this time?"
"He didn't say."
"Figures."
"I know. But he's talked to everyone here so I guess he knows where we're heading."
"I guess."
"... Are you sure you're okay? You looked kinda... sad when I-"
Robin giggled and gave him a quick kiss. "You worry too much," she smiled. "By the way, ears."
Like a reflex, Daniel's hands quickly inspected his headband. He sighed and adjusted the fabric to cover his elven heritage.
"Just in case there's more like Corbin," Robin added.
"Let's hope not," he sighed.
"I still think they're cute."
"Corbin doesn't."
"He's just jealous," she joked. "They all are."
"I wish Robin," he sighed. "I wish."