[center][b]--Clo--[/center][/b]
The sound of metal crushing bone filled the air as Clo pushed her bat through yet another skull. The impact was loud and hard, sending a mist of red blood and bits of rotting meat toward the sky. [b]"54!"[/b] She said aloud to no one in particular. A second stepped forward, it's arms stretched out and it's fingers reaching for her throat. With her right arm still in full swing, she followed with her left arm instead, leveling the irons of her pistol with the exposed bone of the snarled nose in front of her. She pulled the trigger expecting to add one more tally to her kills.

[center]Click.[/center]
[b]"Shit!"[/b] Dead fingers grasp her forearm, pulling her from a retreat and straight into a mouth full of teeth. Her right hand reacted faster than she expected, flipping the bat around until it was pointed right at the zombie followed swiftly by a lightening fast jab and more force than she'd meant to use. The metal tip slipped right between it's gaping maw and burst through the back of it's head. Unfortunately with all the extra kick she'd managed to send both her and the not so fresh corpse crashing to the ground. She quickly rolled to the side, the baseball bat still impaled in it's latest victim. It was immediately overtaken by the rest of those pursuing her.

[b]"Time to get the fuck out of Dodge... right?"[/b] She second guessed her use of an out dated phrase, wondering if that was the proper time to drop such a line. There was no one around to tell her differently so she figured she was in the clear and immediately leaped into the air. Her black wings shot to their full length and grabbed at the sky raking air from around her and forcing it toward the ground in an attempt to gain lift. However, she hadn't given the muscles time to fully recover and after a few pained flaps, she came crashing back down to earth. She landed in an exhausted heap, throwing dust and dirt everywhere.

[b]"Damn.... damn it damn it damn it!"[/b] She yelled out, pounding her fist into the ground a little too hard for her own good. [b]"If only I'd spent more time fucking flying around."[/b] She flapped her bruised knuckles around in the air in a pathetic imitation of herself flopping around in the sky.

Clo rolled over on her back spent yet again and in the same position she'd been in only minutes earlier. On her ass staring at the blue sky. It was true: having been forced to remain on the ground with her wings tied up the majority of her childhood, she'd grown to hate her wings. They had been the first and most obvious sign that she wasn't a normal human being. They were the reasons she was imprisoned and enslaved and why she blamed herself for the death of her parents. She grew to loath them and vowed to remove them when given the chance. Then came her elder sisters. Just like her but at the same time just as foreign. They were beautiful, their wings magnificent in the sunlight but hers... ever black and dark. When they'd rescued her, she'd finally been given the freedom to fly. Their beauty was her inspiration to keep her wings but the lingering hatred prevented her from using them all the time. She spent most of the day on her feet and did as little flying as possible. Now she was paying for it. She was going to die in the Waste miles from home alone.

[b]"Ugh... this sucks."[/b] She continued speaking to no one but then strained her chin up and her head back so she could look in the direction of the city. She stared at the reversed horizon, the glint of light flashing across the Waste trying to light up a dark world. [b]"Sorry Anora... Ramera... Hopefully you two got my message. Hopefully those kids are going to make it... hopefully the dead will have their fill of me and turn around..."[/b] She smiled at the thought.

[b]"Heh... guess I did save your asses. I might be scrawny sis but I'm quite tasty I promise."[/b] She chuckled half-heartedly. [b]"They'll have their fill... I'm sure."[/b]