"Go to the mountains they said, it'll be fun they said....."
Ice had little problem with the long run in the woods, nor had she problems going without the finer things. What she did have a problem with was the fact she was utterly lost. She had made it away from the home with little trouble, a few of 'them' but nothing she couldn't slip past. Ice hit the deck as she heard the echo of gunshots! Internally she debated on if she should follow the sound or flee, shes seen enough anarchy in the movies to know how this breaks down....."Meh, death by gunshot sounds less painful as being ripped limb from limb. Though they may opt to beat me to death to save ammo?!" Her eyes dart side to side as she freaks herself out. One of 'them' moan only adding to her disaster scenario! Ice choked back a scream opting to instead run as fast as she could in 'that' direction....Finally she saw a stretch of land, a clearing.
"Great, I found a lot of nothing! Nothing is good!"
Taking a few steps out into the clearing she hears something.
"Jenson! C'mon man get up we gotta go! You-you're gonna make it! All we gotta do is get you to a hospital and get you fixed up!"
'People! People is good, they don't eat you! Wait, they do if they are hungry and have poor moral fiber. Did they have the guns?' A million thoughts pour into Ice as she ducks straight down, thought her blue fur is a stark contrast to the fallen leaves and grass. After what feels like an eternity her ears perk up as she hesitantly lifts herself from the ground, trying to approach the voices. "H-Hello?" Her tail even seems to be on edge as she awaits either a friendly voice or small arms fire. "I promise I am not gunna hurt you. Just a lost tourist, trying to get back from hell." A nervous laugh followed her words, thinking about how close to hell she must really be.