Still groggy, Corrina nodded. She wasn't exactly sure why she nodded, but it seemed like it was appropriate to nod, so she nodded. She stifled a yawn with her hand and let her arms fall limply to her lap. It was then that Corrina realised she had been wearing not only the dumb beanie Thomas had boug...

Alright, now that Corrina knew that no, she wasn't dreaming this time, and that no, Alex wasn't planning on murdering her, she could rest a little easier. Well, she couldn’t rest since she’d been found now, but the point remained that she’d found someone who wasn’t outwardly hostile too her and, asi...

Corrina awoke not on the couch, but in her own bed in her own room. She sat up, flung back the covers, grabbed her glasses from the dresser and ran downstairs, half-dressed. It was a weird thing to find her mother and Thomas in the lounge, especially when Thomas wasn’t scheduled another shore leave ...

((Corrina Landrey, continued from Get Ready to Fly .)) ((Set just before the announcement.)) Corrina hugged her shuddering body as she walked through the darkened compound. Fatigue, hunger and her lack of stamina to begin with were finally setting in, and it had become painfully obvious to the incre...

The inherant problem with telling someone not to do something is that there is always one person who believes that the rule does not apply to them: There is always one person who tries to smuggle powdered cocaine in their colon, there is always one person who catches their cock in a chainsaw’s blade...

There was a harsh chill to the alpine air. Snow’s coming , Clara thought, as a cold wind brushed against her cheeks and sent a chill down her spine. Not soon, though. A bittersweet realisation, half relief that she would not have to fight in the snow, half melanchoic realisation that she would never...

[ Clara Fox , continued from Stand Tall for the Beast of America .] Clara left the log cabins behind her and tracked her way across the muddy ground. It was too risky to stay in the civilised areas for her to justify sticking around for longer than she had to. The cabins- such as they were- represen...

Clara carefully made her way back over to the corpse, choking as her mouth and nostrils filled with the suffocating stench of blood and rancid meat. She was repulsed by everything the corpse represented; that Clara Fox, only ever rebellious inside her head, had finally and conclusively given into th...

Clara lowered her gun and cursed under her breath. Despite her best attempts at improving her aim, her shot had gone wide, missing her intended target but hitting the other boy dead in the face. Clara watched wide-eyed as he fell to the floor, spitting bloody chunks of red gelatin- fractured bone an...

Clara cursed under her breath as she watched multiple figures dart between the trees, some hiding behind the pines, others among the foliage. An ambush? No, she realized. Not organised enough. These people were unconnected, drawn out by the sound of her voice. Why am I surprised? She thought. In a c...

Clara slammed her fifth bullet into the chamber of the revolver and spun the cylinder with her palm, placing the sixth bullet in her jacket pocket. The battered paperback copy of the Colt Single-Action Army Owner's Manual in her day-pack had recommended, among innumerable other safety precautions, c...

[ Clara Fox , continued from Miles to Go Before I Sleep .] “Okay-- this looks bad.” Clara grunted, keeping her weight on her right leg as she left the canopy behind. “Like, really bad.” Returning to the forest was a terrible idea. Exhausted, Clara slumped down on her thick blanket of pine needles an...

[F19, America 'Clara' Fox. Game Start.] Clara sat up straight on the edge of the hard, uncovered matress, resting her legs on the empty pine nightstand, leaning her head against the wood-panelled walls. She exhaled sharply, and waited for her migraine to go away. So she sat there with her eyes shut,...

It was two-thirty in the morning by the time Genevieve finally got back to the apartment building. She had stumbled out of the Waffle House just after midnight and had spent the next two and a half hours sobering herself up on the walk home. Despite the bitter winter chill in the stagnant air, Genev...

Genevieve could politely be described as clumsy when alcohol was involved. In her brief experience with drinking bottles of wine and cans of light beers at barbecues and parties, she had found herself tripping over nothing and banging into tables, usually waking up covered in bruises and scrapes. Ho...