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brightestlight) wrote2013-03-24 03:54 pm
brightestlight) wrote2013-03-24 03:54 pm
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She should have been back. That's all she can think, is that she should be back already, but she's currently trying to figure out how, exactly, she's not going to get eaten. Her knee's screaming - it twisted the wrong way when she'd been running from what she'd found out was the two raptors down here with her. Two, she'd found out, when she'd been flattened by the one that'd moved so fast behind her she'd barely had enough time to turn around, much less get out of the way.
She'd hit that one in the head with a piece of rebar longer then she was tall, but right now, she was in the cage with the circuitbreaker - so, yay! she'd found it - but the raptors weren't far behind. She's got enough stuff piled against the gate that it's probably not going to be pushed open in the next three minutes, but she's trying to remember what the hell she had to do - the switches don't work, but then there's the pump thing, and she can hear them outside.
"This is not how this is supposed to go," she says to herself, and pretty much everything hurts right now.
She'd hit that one in the head with a piece of rebar longer then she was tall, but right now, she was in the cage with the circuitbreaker - so, yay! she'd found it - but the raptors weren't far behind. She's got enough stuff piled against the gate that it's probably not going to be pushed open in the next three minutes, but she's trying to remember what the hell she had to do - the switches don't work, but then there's the pump thing, and she can hear them outside.
"This is not how this is supposed to go," she says to herself, and pretty much everything hurts right now.
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Because screaming?
Oh, they know where she is, now.
She's trying to remember, and she's got it, right, the lever, it's the lever and then-
BANG.
Her makeshift blockade shakes, and she doesn't remember how many times she pumped the lever, but she does it again, and then she's managed to get the basic power on.
BANG.
A clawed arm (hand?) snakes around one of the supports in her peripheral vision, and she's hitting buttons as fast as she can, and she knows if she can smell the blood from when the raptor knocked her flat before, it can smell it just as well.
And, highly ironic, blood? Means dinner, to both of them.
"Come on, come on-" She's talking to herself as she snaps the buttons into place and then immediately turns back to the blockade and realises something pretty awful.
She's in a small, metal cage.
She's blocked herself in.
There's no way out.
"Logan?!" She's calling for him, and she's picked up a fire extinguisher even though it hurts like a son of a bitch to beat back what she can of the raptor's foreclaws, hoping that he gets her soon because she doesn't know exactly how vampires deal with missing limbs, but she doesn't want to know.