Open for anyone @ The Silo
Caitlyn had never been one to use guns. That was always Sarah’s forte, and she was a bad shot. She couldn’t hit a bull’s ass with a bass fiddle on a regular day. Though the wolf persona was more in tune with reality it wasn’t very sure how to work the instrument either. After an innocent fell down to the side of her, ribs exposed she quickly picked up the shiny metallic thing and aimed it towards the zombie that neared.
Except she froze and felt her heart break in place. Wolf or Human it didn’t matter when it came to her aunt. Dead when she failed to defeat Tiber for the alpha position, yet there she stood inches away slowly closing the distance. Caitlyn’s vision blurred as the wall of tears gathered and her hold on the gun started to tremble.
“Auntie.. you’re..you’re dead.” The mangled corpse let out some inaudible grunting noise. She knew she wasn’t alone near the silo, but her feet were planted in spot.
“Help. I can’t do it.” She whispered hoping someone was just an ear away.