A/N: Hiya, guys, gals, and slimes! You can all call me Cloudy, and this is my first time submitting a story here. Hope ya guys like it, it's something I'm really passionate about exploring and hopefully I get a lot of feedback and support. This section is probably going to be the shortest of them all, it's just a simple introduction. You can read right on through for another quick blurb from me at the end, and I'll get right to work on adding the next few sections of the story! Again, I hope you enjoy, and please do feel free to give me any constructive criticism you can offer. Thanks!
Okay, the girl thought to herself, breathing deeply. I do not believe I've been followed. But I need to be cautious. I am too close to enemy territory. If I am caught, surely I'll be— she swatted the thought away, readying her weapon once more. No, no time to dwell on the variables. Time now calls for action. I must move forward.
She takes a breath, and then a single step. Then promptly falls down to a kneel, wincing in pain.
"Agh!" She cries out. Damn! I must have twisted my ankle when I turned that last corner too sharply, trying to evade those blasted squids I ran into.. I don't hear them anymore, however. I'll need to do some reconnaissance.
The girl looked around, attempting to survey her surroundings. She was chased down under a small bridge, a little paved area beneath an overpass in the neutral territory referred to as Octo Valley. She mentally scoffs at the name, as she knows it was a title conjured up by the enemy Inklings, and truly has nothing to do with the Octarian race or their civilization. The only way to access the underground network of pods that the Octarians truly called home, was through transport chutes shaped like kettles.
Looking around for a moment to make sure no one had followed her, she knelt down and surveyed her leg. Unfastening the straps on her shin guard and rolling up the leg of her pants, she saw that her ankle was badly bruised. She tried to roll it around a bit, and winced. Biting her fist to stop from screaming, she silently confirmed her suspicions as tears welled up in her eyes—she wouldn't be able to properly walk. She cursed under her breath, hoping nothing good would ever come to the Inklings that caused this injury.
Deciding to move on, she strapped her gear back on, and checked the cartridge of her modified ink-rifle—it was almost empty, but maybe enough was left for a few well-placed shots. She looked ahead, trying to plan out what path to take from here. Hurrying herself along and slinging her gun over her shoulder, she tried to rush to the other end of the overpass. She moved with as much swiftness as her bruised ankle would allow her to, and shambled over to her left, approaching the concrete wall.
Peering over the wall just a bit, she tried to survey her surroundings—and she was hit by a train.
At least, that's what it felt like.
Her vision exploded, a shower of sparks flooding her line of sight. She was lost in a whirl of pain and confusion, driving her back on her bad ankle. She tried to scream out, but just couldn't. Falling back, drowning in the pain some blunt object caused her, she hit the cold concrete below her and everything went blurry. She felt tugging and pulling, heard some form of sound. A voice, maybe. She felt something cover her skin, something like cloth. She couldn't move, her whole world felt as if it was torn apart in seconds. Her face was on fire. She could tell, her nose was bleeding. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She only felt pain and the sudden feeling of being shifted into a seated position against her will. Before she could clear her head to yell out at her unknown assailants, another object with the force of a truck smacked into the side of her head, and before the sparks could start again, the world went completely dark.
A/N: See what I mean? Its an easy read, huh? Like I said, this section is just a teeny little introduction bit. This was my first time writing the story as a whole, so the pacing is admittedly pretty rough and it kinda zooms by in terms of reading speed. Now, if you really wanna get into the meat n' potatoes of what Inksport has to offer, stay tuned for the next section! It's far longer than this little bite of text here, trust me. This just sorta serves as the setup, yknow? Anyways, go ahead and tell me what you think if you feel inclined to do so, and I'll see ya around!