Lioness_

@connoisseur: @surkit:

She had taken care of the cleanliness luxuries long before her comrade had awoke. It was a loved benefit but still just a want. Raised as a survivalist trained to essentially get by if "mutants claim the world and you must be apart of the wild" as her grandfather had put it. She knew what could be cut and what couldn't, granted staying clean was something of some importance when in the decaying city. After all the barrier prevented most weather change and it wasn't like ponds and things could be used. Presently any bed of water would likely be contaminated by the dead. Crucial however was the limited use of water. Which admittedly ruined some of the joy of sneaking a glance of course Victoria would never admit to that. Her thoughts cleared as Kiearen finished and the days work was about to begin.

"I'm the predator not the prey can't let corpses claim the better hand." Victoria suggesting her nature was why she wanted to leave. Rather then the truth, that being around a location she killed a child haunted her deeply. As hardened as she thought herself the heroic name fit her mostly because she was a guardian easily seeing people as her cub to protect.

"I didn't sleep well K that's all. Let's move try and keep up this time." The soldier answered attempting to mask her dark mood with catish flirtation. And with that the athletic figure began to traverse down the tower footing a remarkable rhythm. Over rooftops, through windows, under corpses even she'd done well. Until in a near by in an alley she picked up on a survivor. "Got a detour" her announcement with a sternness telling how she couldn't be swayed from the course.

A corpse stalked a man, in a black comedic fashion his dog also a corpse was on the leash. That was till the snarling best friend spotted the five foot three feline. It took off, with a sick crackle and crunch the corpse's arm was yanked off as the hound leapt for Victoria. Dropping the pair rolled along the concrete. Fangs snapped down ripping through leather jacket collar if not for her coat it would of been Vic's throat. Queen of the concrete jungle though she was the one to rip apart ones throat followed with the knife going into the hounds eye. Rising she was quick to shove the one armed corpse to the earth before making a curb stomp.

"Shit think a tooth is stuck in my boot. You okay sir" her hand being offered to the survivor.

"Last day atleast weren't to bad. Got to see that love still lives."

The blond though refraining from blushing fumbled a moment with her words. "Wha, na uhrm. So how do you want it?" The lioness remarked going for her pistol.

The survivor nodded "please end it quick. My god doesn't cater to suicide and I don't want to walk in this hell." Taking a quick picture as was Lioness' routine she then squeezed the trigger.

Kneeling she closed the man's eyes. "They'll have heard the shot. There's another survivor near by." Her hand pointing in the direction "I don't want another dead today K."

@leon_dissada: I'd give a link but well can't on phone lol

@leon_dissada: well Reaver's story(it's in a blog of hers) did try and take hell over once ;)

The Apocalypse stuff is really making me consider stripping Lioness down in cannon as well

I had a hell, in prime though so it don't matter lol

Well done in impressed Ragman. Might be seeing n alt of mine soon

@myrmidon_: you shut up :P

@connoisseur: posted could of been better but I had fun with it

@connoisseur:

She laughed and played it cool, took the goggles as back up and then did her best to sleep. Nightmares plagued her though with sleep came revived memories of the days that brought her here. Often truth was altered with more corpses moving about. They all ended the same though a grotesque revival of her brother. Two hours passed and the lion rose the nights were always worse.

Few lights showed survivors, any of them not up high would be corpses soon. Some other survivors were worse they lived for themselves or atleast their pack. Some of the nicest people could become brutal savages in a land like this. She saw herself a lion a queen of this concrete jungle but she knew it was still a jungle and threats were many. As she sat in the open window, eyes gazing at the once beautiful city she spotted one living person heading towards her packs home. He'd be flanked by the dead she had to help, with animal like grace she moved using rooftops to easily get to the gate. A flash of silver beautiful in the night brought the grizzly sight of decapitation. Sleep depriviation watered her sense though and a corpse had taken hold of her jacket. A second slower and her neck would of been torn open instead the corpses was but it still stood. A blade hacking into the skull fixed that and the next two fell soon enough and the survivor, Little Wolf, splinters in his hand told that he used the opening Lioness had made.

"I told you to stay put cub."

"I couldn't do it" his voice small and a tremble.

"Course you could, just bunker down."

"No I mean mom."

"Did you lock her away?"

"Can't she needs food" she heard a safety click off."

"Don't little wolf" the gun was rattling with fear.

"She can't die!" And so he did Victoria made it quick with knife imbedded in the temple. As the body fell she opened the wrists of the boy. The fresh blood would draw corpses to the gate helping clear a path come morning. She'd covered the boy with a car tarp after she'd taken a picture with her phone. One day she hopped to pay tribute to all those lost. Tears brushed away she headed back to her pack to grab a bite and await morning. She didn't want to be at this building anymore.

@surkit: thanks :)

Roar or something