This one was my fave to write!
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Silence. There was so much silence these days. Although right now it was broken by labored breathing.
A cough.
A strangled breath.
An almost silent curse.
Elsa manages to swallow and catch her breath as she looks to the destruction before her.
Dead bodies litter the road. Some bleeding, others not. She hangs her head and takes in a couple of deep breaths before finally managing to stop herself from shaking.
Staying here won't help anyone. Not the first group she's lost and certainly not the last.
Elsa stands and hisses as her ankle bursts into pain.
Great. Just fucking great.
A twisted ankle isn't going to stop her. Slow her, yes, but not stop. She needed to keep moving.
Limping, she moves through the bodies and supplies. Swallowing hard once more she places what she can carry into a bag before starting her slow limping further up the road. Only stopping once to look back at the people she had started to get to know.
The road is long and stretches for what looks like days on end. Not big enough for cars to be littered everywhere, but well used to be paved and not dirt.
The sun was thankfully not too warm today and the clouds made for great spots of shade. It would have been a very pleasant walk if it weren't for circumstances.
Elsa curses as her ankle shoots an extra strong dose of pain through her, making her stumble and drop to her knees.
Her hands burn as they scrape on the road and she just stays bend over onto all fours for a few seconds as her head hangs between her arms.
She had to admit, she walked for maybe 3 hours before now. She had made nice distance and couldn't see the spot where they had been attacked anymore.
Elsa just breaths. Her muscles ached and she was starting to get hungry and thirsty. She'd need to find shelter soon. Even a car would help right now.
Just as she manages to stand again, she hears a gunshot going off. Her head snaps up to the sound up ahead. It sounded close.
She starts picking up her pace, a little hard with her limping.
Shooting meant people, people meant safety. If not then supplies she could trade or even shelter for a night. But then shooting also meant danger, but right now more people would be better than no people for god knows how long.
Elsa almost thinks she might have missed then as she sees nothing after a few minutes, but then another shot rings out. It was closer.
After making it over another hill she perks up. People! Not just any people. People she knew! She wanted to run, but her damned ankle won't let her.
They were talking. The threat they had faced was gone. Elsa hissed in pain as she tried speeding up her steps.
"Anna! Kristoff!" Elsa calls as she gets within shouting distance. They don't seem to hear her and look like their arguing. Kristoff is pointing up ahead of them and Anna is pointing the way Elsa was coming from.
Elsa goes to call again, but Anna thankfully looks her way. The redhead does a double take before gasping.
Elsa slows her hurried movements. The pain getting too much, but she frowns as Kristoff turns the gun at her. She looks behind herself, but sees nothing. She then looks to herself. Sure, her cloths were a little torn and bloody, but she just survived a slaughter.
"Anna?" Elsa tries and flinches as Kristoff pulls the trigger. The gun just clicks and fear spreads over his face.
She didn't want to play this little game anymore. It sure as hell wasn't funny.
Fuck I'm hungry.
She tries voicing her displeasure at the gun trick and that she needed food, but all that escaped were the sounds of gurgling.
She didn't care.
She was hungry.
And damn, they looked delicious.