[ Natasha had almost given up hope of seeing another live human again, but somewhere between lowering her head and preparing a grenade and looking up to see how many she could take with her, the girl had appeared. A dirty little angel. She could almost cry. ]
[ She aches all over, and her wrist has an ugly break, but Natasha pushes herself to her feet regardless, digging the soles into the bitumen, tries to flick her hair back off her sweaty, grimy forehead. ]
I'm out of ammo.
[ And out of strength; when the last one hand sent her sprawling, she hadn't been sure she'd be able to get back up before they smothered her. She feels like she's been fighting hand-to-hand for hours; even her bites are out of juice. ]
I need somewhere to hole up. Can we do that?
[ She doesn't even know this girl's name yet, but it doesn't matter. They're both alive, and they're both survivors. ]
no subject
[ Natasha had almost given up hope of seeing another live human again, but somewhere between lowering her head and preparing a grenade and looking up to see how many she could take with her, the girl had appeared. A dirty little angel. She could almost cry. ]
[ She aches all over, and her wrist has an ugly break, but Natasha pushes herself to her feet regardless, digging the soles into the bitumen, tries to flick her hair back off her sweaty, grimy forehead. ]
I'm out of ammo.
[ And out of strength; when the last one hand sent her sprawling, she hadn't been sure she'd be able to get back up before they smothered her. She feels like she's been fighting hand-to-hand for hours; even her bites are out of juice. ]
I need somewhere to hole up. Can we do that?
[ She doesn't even know this girl's name yet, but it doesn't matter. They're both alive, and they're both survivors. ]