deepwoods
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(@dylzoe, That happens to me a lot too xD Happy reading! )
"Well a lot of good words just went to waste." Rue said with a sigh, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. She shouldn't have spoken for the sniper after all, and now she had no chance with the other group after what he had done. "I'm better by my lonesome anyway." she finally concluded, her voice hard and her green eyes steely. Turning she covered ground quickly and was at the door, still locked despite all her wishes otherwise, in under a minute. She didn't even bother to search out the keys from the rubble; after years without human care many metals had lost some of their original strength not to mention the rust that had began to eat away at much of what remained. With a well aimed strike she was able to break the chains with her sword, the blade of which was always well cared for, rendering the lock useless. Throwing the chains and lock to the side she slipped through the door and was running down the stairs without pause; for once she hadn't bothered to close the door behind her since such an action lacked a point, no one would be following her with the distraction of the Undead present. She had yet to decide where she'd go after she reached the street; all she knew for sure was that the company of the Undead, lacking pesky emotions and thoughts, would be welcome over humans for once.
"Well a lot of good words just went to waste." Rue said with a sigh, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. She shouldn't have spoken for the sniper after all, and now she had no chance with the other group after what he had done. "I'm better by my lonesome anyway." she finally concluded, her voice hard and her green eyes steely. Turning she covered ground quickly and was at the door, still locked despite all her wishes otherwise, in under a minute. She didn't even bother to search out the keys from the rubble; after years without human care many metals had lost some of their original strength not to mention the rust that had began to eat away at much of what remained. With a well aimed strike she was able to break the chains with her sword, the blade of which was always well cared for, rendering the lock useless. Throwing the chains and lock to the side she slipped through the door and was running down the stairs without pause; for once she hadn't bothered to close the door behind her since such an action lacked a point, no one would be following her with the distraction of the Undead present. She had yet to decide where she'd go after she reached the street; all she knew for sure was that the company of the Undead, lacking pesky emotions and thoughts, would be welcome over humans for once.