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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2017 1:21:38 AM
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[i]The crash had been witnessed by an individual who hadn’t bargained for that much in going out on a measly walk. The young woman had figured that she’d get more snow and cold, and she did, but in seeing the ship crash, she had something to investigate. Taking her rifle from her back, she headed out of the little clearing she’d been walking in and went deeper into the woods, moving towards the burning wreckage. It cast quite the contrast with the white snow around the crash site, the fire and scorched earth. The approaching woman had heard the survivor of the crash’s cries, and slowly, she made her way through the undergrowth to investigate, trying to keep out of sight in case something was amiss.[/i]
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The woman just sat there, sobbing. Eventually, however, she had begun to [i]slightly[/i] calm down. "I should have never trusted that... asshole." she muttered, breathing heavily. She looked up, at the sky, taking in the crisp, cold air that she enjoyed so much.
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[i]The other woman crept out from the brush, slinging her rifle back across her back and approaching the crying individual slowly.[/i] “Hey... Hey... are you alright?” [i]She called out, boots crunching in the snow as she walked to the woman leaning against the tree. The newcomer looked to not be so fond of the weather, wearing a black field jacket, jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. A lever-action rifle was slung across her back, a pistol at her hip. Her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold, her hair back in a ponytail.[/i] “Little cold to be sitting alone out here...”
