I’ll have to put her down.
>You sigh a little, patting her shoulder. Eyebrows tightened and frowning deeply, seeing that frigglish is starting to rise— with blood pouring from the felines eyes like a flood, her maw hanging dangerously open bruised and broken. Infections spring up quick in animals, you take a step back. You load the gun and aim it at the advancing bleeding feline.
Roxy did as she was told for once, covering her mouth and making quiet squeaking sounds, she scooted back, finding no confidence in getting to her feet. “C-Can’t you just let him run off?” Her eyes stay firmly on Frigglish, never bothering to look away from the monster she’s loved for so long.
She finally pulled herself to her feet, wiping at her cheek with her sleeve and took a few steps behind Dirk, biting her lip and clenching her hands into fists, her nails digging into the skin enough to tear.
Roxy what’re you—?!
> Hearing the shriek you cringe, pulling away from the creaky window again.
> You groan, grabbing your troll—shotgun with one hand, and your trusty jar of fireflies in the other. And fuck, it just /has/ to be night. Opening the door with a loud crack— a snake like hiss pours from you like water. Freckles glowing and eyes pulsating like fire. You nervously twitch and whipe the “infected” blood from your eyes. It couldn’t honestly get any worse than this. Groaning you venture outside, calling her name in the thick dark fog.
She looks back at the empty window and frowns, looking back at the convulsing cat at her feet. Roxy crouched over Frigglish and wiped the foam from his mouth, frowning and feeling the tears prick at her eyes. “I-I…you’ll be okay…” She scratched his ears and smiled a desperately, he’d come through. She just had to stay with him. Maybe the bite didn’t pierce his skin…maybe it was just shock…
She hears a sound over her shoulder and turns helplessly, relaxing slightly at the sight of the…glowing boy. She turned back to Frigglish and played off the shock, she’d seen worse. She had a cat with two sets of eyes after all.
“He’s gonna be okay.” There was panic in her voice. “Right?”
Ah roxy, how nice to see you again— just follow the arrows on the trees.
> You shouted at her with a pretty loud banging voice. Leaning out of the window you stared around the foggy air— and with her being here she’ll get the horried mutant freckles which itch like hell too, but oh wel— and your train of thought is cut off by the irritant noise of zombies moaning in the background clearly hungry for flesh.
ROXANNE I suggest you get moving! The zombies sound pretty peeved, yo!
“But Frigglish!” Roxy turned immediately, eyes wide with panic. “Erhm…” She grabbed him by the scruff and hauled him to the tree, looking back at the bushes as the groaning becomes louder, she shrieks as one of the undead moves with surprising speed, latching what was left of its jaw onto his flank.
She let go immediately her fist connecting with the creatues skull with a resounding crack, making her knuckles hurt. It fell back, back into the bushes. “OMFG.” Frigglish crumbled under his own weight, falling to the ground with a yowl.
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