“I didn’t,” Clare choked. “I couldn’t do it, so I shot at the ground.” She covered her eyes with her hands and bowed her head, the deranged laughter dissolving into hiccupping sobs much like Ryan’s just a short while before. “H-he did it himself.” She shook her head and looked up at Ryan again. The ...

Of the three additional shots fired, two struck a living target. Clare fell to the ground as a bullet struck her right thigh and a second grazed her left side, just below the underarm seam in her camisole. Her eyes closed tight as hot tears streamed down her face again, so she did not see Vince sit ...

“I was trained to be tackled and tackle back, as soon as you pull that trigger your friend is dead.” Clare heard familiar voices shouting behind her, telling her to shoot, telling her not to shoot, and generally contradicting each other. Most of them were blocked, including Neville’s offer of assist...

“Shoot him, Clare!” Can I really do this? It is against everything I’ve ever been taught, everything I’ve held as good and right, pretty much everything I’ve ever believed. “Like right now I am staring at your face instead of your nipple…which looks great by the way.” Clare stared blankly at the int...

"W w we need to go! We need to get out of here now!" The mysterious young man was clutching a bleeding wound on his shoulder, though he held his other hand out to her. A second hand clutched at her foot, only to disappear into the smoke before she could identify who it was. Two more shots ...

The soft thud and hissing noise behind her signaled to Clare that something was wrong. She turned her upper body and noticed the smoke billowing out behind her. Crap. She made a move to cover her nose and mouth with her jacket and took a step towards Ryan, away from the well. Then the bullets starte...

Clare had followed a few steps after Ryan as he went to check out the noise in the foliage. Her muscles tensed as the boy rose from the bush, the blood stains on his shirt and the wild look of fear in his eyes succeeded in terrifying her more than anything else since she arrived on this godforsaken ...

Clare was confused by Neville’s tone and manner of speech as she heard the footfalls. She crouched low and scanned the forest in the manner of someone being hunted before quickly following her two recently acquired comrades to the other side of the well. The M870 was clutched tightly in her hands, t...

(OOC: Sorry I've been rather dead lately. =\ I should be around more often now that my crisis is over) Clare sat down with her back to the well on the other side of Neville. She was mostly silent, still trying to stomach the announcement. So many people… Sometime during the journey from the tree whe...

"Yeah, we should find some better cover," Clare glanced around nervously. The feelings of agitation and paranoia keep coming in fits and starts, one moment she's feeling safe and the next it seems as if there are people lurking in every shadow waiting to kill them. She pressed her back up ...

Clare tried to brush her bangs out of her eyes, but they fell right back into place the moment she moved her hand. A small smile appeared on her face, at least someone was trying to lighten the mood. She had comrades now, seeing as how if either of them had wanted her dead she’d probably be on the g...

(Sorry it’s so short and it took me so long to type. >_<) “Aah… Um…” Clare was more than slightly startled by Ryan’s sudden change in mood and the sudden outburst of... friendliness. She tried to not sound dazed and surprised, but her voice was still shaky, “Hello to you too.” She felt almost like s...

Clare couldn't help but let out a little yelp as the bespectacled boy fell over and writhed on the ground. Concern overpowered her crippling fear and she shoved everything back into her kit which was still slung over her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She struggled back down the tree, in her rush to help...

Clare was rattled by the appearance of the sobbing boy. She had seen video footage of the ruthless killers, of the brave fools attacking the aforementioned ruthless killers with sub-par weapons, but they had skipped over the cowering souls who were too afraid to be much more than a slightly moving t...

When girl number thirty-eight finally came to her senses, she was sitting with her back against a large tree at the edge of some rather dense looking woods. The kit which lay unceremoniously in her lap weighed heavily against her thigh as if it had been sitting there for a long while. So it wasn’t a...