Maud's connection was solid. The revenant's head snapped to the side, but just as quickly, it retaliated, scything the cleaver around like it'd pinged a rubber band.
Heath's bullet went right through the bicep with a burst of blood. The revenant didn't even slow.
The Woodcutter
What Remains of Maud Sparrow (Private)
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AnimeNerd
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As long as she could remember, Maud knew death would come for her.
She always had suspicions of how it would go. It was something one couldn't help but speculate, with a family like hers.
Her hair was long and golden, but she didn't need rescuing from a tower. She could handle herself-she wasn't Rapunzel.
Despite any her family had, they loved each other-could never dream of mistreating each other. She could never be Cinderella.
She didn't really have anyone she loved enough to want to see them change, and until recently, she never had anyone she thought she cared for do something beastly. She's no Beauty.
She didn't even like cleaning normally. The idea of doing it as a job for seven men she barely knew sounded nightmarish to her. She would never even want to be Snow White.
But she loved going to places she didn't belong. She didn't want too much or too little-only just right. And to be blunt, she fit the image to a T. It felt only right to claim Goldilocks for herself.
But as Maud Sparrow Jr. looked Death himself in the eye, knowing what was next, she recognized the truth.
A potential future Grandma and Red would have the chance to live.
The Woodcutter would not.
It was a fact she made peace with, moments before blade connected to flesh.
After that...it didn't really matter.
She always had suspicions of how it would go. It was something one couldn't help but speculate, with a family like hers.
Her hair was long and golden, but she didn't need rescuing from a tower. She could handle herself-she wasn't Rapunzel.
Despite any her family had, they loved each other-could never dream of mistreating each other. She could never be Cinderella.
She didn't really have anyone she loved enough to want to see them change, and until recently, she never had anyone she thought she cared for do something beastly. She's no Beauty.
She didn't even like cleaning normally. The idea of doing it as a job for seven men she barely knew sounded nightmarish to her. She would never even want to be Snow White.
But she loved going to places she didn't belong. She didn't want too much or too little-only just right. And to be blunt, she fit the image to a T. It felt only right to claim Goldilocks for herself.
But as Maud Sparrow Jr. looked Death himself in the eye, knowing what was next, she recognized the truth.
A potential future Grandma and Red would have the chance to live.
The Woodcutter would not.
It was a fact she made peace with, moments before blade connected to flesh.
After that...it didn't really matter.
The Fairy Tale Had Come To Its End.
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They saw that the mind is split into two halves. The Left is analytical, logical, and cold. The Right is feeling, creative, and dumb. Together they make us, caring and creative, and also intelligent analytical.
Heath's mind was at war. The left told him to run. To get as far away from this cold cabin as humanly possible. To follow Rachana's lead, grab his shit, and run until he couldn't anymore.
The right told him to help her. To unload his gun into the Thing, and when that ran out take his machete and charge it. To save or at least help Maud. To not leave her to die as he and Rachana put five miles between them and this location. But there was a reason he referred to it as dumb. It wanted him to charge a creature that took a bullet to the chest and kept going, didn't even slow down. Fuck it barely even flinched.
Then the cleaver in the Thing's hand hit Maud. He saw it connect. He saw the blood. And he made a decision. Heath fired another shot.
His hand reached down to his suitcase/pack. He grabbed it and fired another shot. Heath saw Maud's body fall, and he made the conscious choice to avoid looking at it.
Then Heath was running out the door. He wished he could grab Maud's pack as well but It was in between him and the bag. Heath dreaded the thought of having to come back here. Heath fired his 5th bullet.
As the frigid air of the island hit him, he stopped and fired his 6th shot at the beast. His hand was starting to sting as he pulled the tri-CLICK. It was frankly shocking just how loud that click was. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and it thumped like a war drum, and yet that click may have been the loudest thing to him at that moment. "FUCK!" He was out. The gun went back into his pocket, the heat of it made his thigh hurt. But it hardly mattered.
He had to catch up with Rachana.
(Heath Redfield running like a madman elsewhere)
Heath's mind was at war. The left told him to run. To get as far away from this cold cabin as humanly possible. To follow Rachana's lead, grab his shit, and run until he couldn't anymore.
The right told him to help her. To unload his gun into the Thing, and when that ran out take his machete and charge it. To save or at least help Maud. To not leave her to die as he and Rachana put five miles between them and this location. But there was a reason he referred to it as dumb. It wanted him to charge a creature that took a bullet to the chest and kept going, didn't even slow down. Fuck it barely even flinched.
Then the cleaver in the Thing's hand hit Maud. He saw it connect. He saw the blood. And he made a decision. Heath fired another shot.
His hand reached down to his suitcase/pack. He grabbed it and fired another shot. Heath saw Maud's body fall, and he made the conscious choice to avoid looking at it.
Then Heath was running out the door. He wished he could grab Maud's pack as well but It was in between him and the bag. Heath dreaded the thought of having to come back here. Heath fired his 5th bullet.
As the frigid air of the island hit him, he stopped and fired his 6th shot at the beast. His hand was starting to sting as he pulled the tri-CLICK. It was frankly shocking just how loud that click was. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and it thumped like a war drum, and yet that click may have been the loudest thing to him at that moment. "FUCK!" He was out. The gun went back into his pocket, the heat of it made his thigh hurt. But it hardly mattered.
He had to catch up with Rachana.
(Heath Redfield running like a madman elsewhere)
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Rachana had never run so fucking fast in her life. She was far from the cabin now, though it was still within view. She hadn't even stopped to see what, exactly, they were running from. She'd simply bolted from the cabin, content in her assumption they were all running from whatever-it-was and they'd be safe from it soon enough.
She skidded to a halt on the frozen ground, turning back at the distant sound of Heath's shouting. Shouting alone in front of the cabin. She could not make out whatever creature they were fleeing from. Worse still, she couldn't see Maud...
She turned and continued running.
((Rachana Kumar continued in the value of Life is negative))
She skidded to a halt on the frozen ground, turning back at the distant sound of Heath's shouting. Shouting alone in front of the cabin. She could not make out whatever creature they were fleeing from. Worse still, she couldn't see Maud...
She turned and continued running.
((Rachana Kumar continued in the value of Life is negative))
...
Crunch.
Crunch.
((Revenants exit))
Crunch.
Crunch.
((Revenants exit))