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Evariste Wolvord · 05-02-2009, 05:00 AM

4:15 PM, Thursday, August 26, 2027

Chasing people had never been one of Evariste's strong suits. Not that he was pursuing people, per se, but he definitely was on a chase, an annoying one. It was ridiculous that a group of zombies (and, he reminded himself, they were just mindless brain-munchers, childhood phantasms) should prove so elusive. But, as he was telling himself, he was not much of a tracker. His skills lay in the arena of dispatching the beasts, and finding them was an unfortunate prerequisite to disposing of them.

Evariste snapped back to reality as his foot slipped on a loose bit of rubble. He really needed to be more careful, or his natural clumsiness would land him in a boatload of trouble. He was already in unfamiliar territory, stupid given that he was alone. People knew he had left to track down that group of walkers, but they did not know exactly where he was. Of course, he thought, he should be capable of handling any threats he might stumble upon. Walkers rarely congregated in groups large enough to be dangerous to him, and he was unlikely to encounter a sentient human who as both malicious on sight and able to win in a fight against him.

Catching himself sinking back into a reflective haze, Evariste resolved to focus on the world immediately around him. He concentrated on his surroundings, trying to absorb every detail. He felt almost like he was in the ruins of a plaza, standing in a wide open space bounded by the remains of taller buildings. The debris around him were low, below his sight line, but high enough to bark his knees and trip him. Wonderful. It was a good thing he was alert now, because his observations would come in very handy should he actually be attacked.

At that thought, Evariste increased his pace. He couldn't see very far in the dim light and dusty air, and he did not want to fight here in this unfamiliar and inconvenient territory. He lengthened his stride, easily adjusting to covering more ground with each step. Something about the locale bothered him, though he could not pinpoint the impetus for his anxiety. He briefly considered turning back, giving up his quarry. It was an appealing option, except for the part where he had to go back to the Saber with some walkers still on the lam. Eradicating these pests was his job, and he would do it. After all, he had come this far already.

Ev was tempted to fall back into a reverie, but he needed to be aware at his speed level. Twice already he'd nearly tripped over junk on the ground he hadn't seen, so he contented himself with scanning the ground ahead, sweeping his gaze carefully over the rubble-strewn ground. A quick swerve around a jagged piece of cinderblock saved him a twisted ankle, and Evariste felt himself becoming absorbed by his new task.

05-02-2009, 05:00 AM
Evariste Wolvord that royal flirt Join Date: Dec 12, 2008 Posts: 7 Age: 26 Model: Gaspar Dietrich Powers: Aura Absorption (Z), Aura Generation (XY), Telekinesis (XY), Gravity Manipulation (XY), Thermokinesis (XY), and Photomanipulation (XY)	we only live what we're told 4:15 PM, Thursday, August 26, 2027 Chasing people had never been one of Evariste's strong suits. Not that he was pursuing people, per se, but he definitely was on a chase, an annoying one. It was ridiculous that a group of zombies (and, he reminded himself, they were just mindless brain-munchers, childhood phantasms) should prove so elusive. But, as he was telling himself, he was not much of a tracker. His skills lay in the arena of dispatching the beasts, and finding them was an unfortunate prerequisite to disposing of them. Evariste snapped back to reality as his foot slipped on a loose bit of rubble. He really needed to be more careful, or his natural clumsiness would land him in a boatload of trouble. He was already in unfamiliar territory, stupid given that he was alone. People knew he had left to track down that group of walkers, but they did not know exactly where he was. Of course, he thought, he should be capable of handling any threats he might stumble upon. Walkers rarely congregated in groups large enough to be dangerous to him, and he was unlikely to encounter a sentient human who as both malicious on sight and able to win in a fight against him. Catching himself sinking back into a reflective haze, Evariste resolved to focus on the world immediately around him. He concentrated on his surroundings, trying to absorb every detail. He felt almost like he was in the ruins of a plaza, standing in a wide open space bounded by the remains of taller buildings. The debris around him were low, below his sight line, but high enough to bark his knees and trip him. Wonderful. It was a good thing he was alert now, because his observations would come in very handy should he actually be attacked. At that thought, Evariste increased his pace. He couldn't see very far in the dim light and dusty air, and he did not want to fight here in this unfamiliar and inconvenient territory. He lengthened his stride, easily adjusting to covering more ground with each step. Something about the locale bothered him, though he could not pinpoint the impetus for his anxiety. He briefly considered turning back, giving up his quarry. It was an appealing option, except for the part where he had to go back to the Saber with some walkers still on the lam. Eradicating these pests was his job, and he would do it. After all, he had come this far already. Ev was tempted to fall back into a reverie, but he needed to be aware at his speed level. Twice already he'd nearly tripped over junk on the ground he hadn't seen, so he contented himself with scanning the ground ahead, sweeping his gaze carefully over the rubble-strewn ground. A quick swerve around a jagged piece of cinderblock saved him a twisted ankle, and Evariste felt himself becoming absorbed by his new task.