Abigail walks solemnly, keeping pace with Trevon. He's chatting up a storm, as per usual. Stars of the night glitter above, the torch Trevon holds is the only light that keeps the path ahead visible. Abigail would love to calm down, and enjoy Trevon's rambunctious stories, but she keeps glancing around nervously, hoping she wont see the marble white eyes of the undead reflect off the firelight. There doesn't seem to be anything in sight, and no noises to signal incoming monsters. It doesn't make her feel any better, this feels like a foolish idea.
"And then boom!"
Trevon whisks out his flintlock pistol, aiming it forward at the darkness.
"As soon as I whipped this baby out, that powder happy dwarf ran for the hills!"
Trevon points the pistol up toward the moon, making the motion of firing the weapons. He seems to be enjoying this, when he told Abigail he wanted to go on an evening stroll, this isn't quite what she thought.
"You should of seen the sucker, grunting and squealing like a lunatic!"
Abigail interjects in the story, still watching the casting shadows.
"Huh, that doesn't sound like Dolgen, you sure you didn't scare off his sister?
Trevon gives his pistol a confused look, stuttering.
"Eh, nobody could tell the difference."
Abigail gets a little closer, lightly placing her hand on Trevon's chest. He gives off a small grin, before erasing it from his face. Abigail speaks under her breath, as if someone is watching.
"I don't think we should be out this late, aren't you worried about zombies, or demon eyes?"
Trevon thinks about it, but gets closer to Abigail.
"Don't worry baby, I wont let anything hurt you, this weapon and my charming looks with scare off any doofus foolish enough to ruin our stroll."
Abigail cant help but smile, almost letting out a laugh. She pinches him on the cheek.
"You are always so goofy, I'm betting this was your plan, wasn't it."
Trevon looks around, playing guilty. He gives Abigail an innocent look, his dark black hair shines in the firelight.
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
Abigail cant hold the laugh in any longer, she peeps a giggle, playfully shoving Trevon. He laughs along, not watching the path ahead. Abigail rolls her eyes, but shes still smiling.
"You goof, why do I always fall for these schemes of yours?"
Trevon stops them, pulling in Abigail close.
"Because you love me."
Abigail speaks jokingly, their grins small and warm.
"So, were doing this now?"
Trevon holds the torch away.
"Oh yeah."
Their faces draw close, the moment is burning with passion. Abigail closes her eyes, preparing.
Something makes a noise.
Abigail pulls away, frightened. She looks around, her eyes scanning for any silhouette moving in the darkness. Trevon is frozen, he stares at the ground, his eyes twitches. He grits his teeth, pulling his flintlock pistol out. He looks pissed, he holds his torch out, raising his voice.
"Come on then, if you are going to ruin the moment, than attack us already!"
Trevon begins to storm forward, bent of finding whatever is there. Abigail grabs onto Trevon's elbow, trying to slow him down.
"Trevon, calm down, it may be something dangerous!"
Trevon wrenches himself of her grip, he moves forward.
"Well? Show yourself!"
Abigail doesn't know how to calm Trevon down, she follows him. Trevon moves quickly, stress telegraphed in his body posture.
"Come on then! You-!"
Trevon trips on something, losing his balance.
"Woah!"
He falls, dropping his torch. Abigail rushes to his aid.
"Trevon, are you okay?"
She leap over whatever log Trevon tripped on, grabbing the torch off the grassy ground. Trevon lays flat on the ground, staring up at the starry night. He watches the stars with pursed lips.
"Well, thats embarrassing."
Abigail extends a hand, pulling Trevon to his feet. He rubs his face, trying to get mud off his nose with his sleeve. Abigail looks around pinching her nose.
"Man, something smells."
Trevon works on his ears, trying to fashion his hair.
"Well it isn't me."
He leans down, aiming to brush off his knees. He freezes, staring down, if only for a moment. He whips his head back, disturbed. He lets out a feared cry.
"Oh God, Im bleeding!"
Abigail reacts, twisting her head to look.
"What?"
Trevon begins a mess of moving his hands around his torso and legs, freaking out. Abigail looks at his clothes under the torch light, his usual cherry shirt and blue jeans are stained a maroon red. Abigail studies over it, Trevon coats his hands with it.
"Oh God! Oh God! did I fall on a knife or something!?"
He freezes on the thought, before quickly pulling open his pants, looking down for any blade.
"Clam down Trevon, its not your blood."
Trevon halts, blinking to process the obvious info.
"Oh, well, ew."
Abigail searches around them with her torch.
"But then whos is it?"
Abigail is taken back, the entire ground is covered in a thin layer of blood. Trevon lets out a little noise, backing away. Abigail's blonde eyebrows knit together, she looks around, glancing back where they came from. Her eyes widen, she spins on high heels. In the firelight, coated in deep maroon colors, an arm lays limply on the floor. Abigail moves her torch up, following the arm. It leads to the torso, shoulders, neck, face.
Abigail rushes over, she tosses the torch to Trevon, who almost misses the catch. She drops to her knees, the blood staining her white blouse. She looks over the body, feeling for a pulse, moving her hand over the body's open mouth. His eyes are shut, he doesn't move. But air flows slowly out of his mouth, his heart beats strong.
Abigail speaks with disbelief, leaning up.
"He's still alive."
Trevon watches with worry in his eyes, he tries to speak.
"Hey."
Abigail isn't listening, she looks over the unconscious man.
"He's in a critical state, he needs medical help, quickly."
"Hey."
"Can we move him? Need to check him."
"Hey."
Abigail opens one of his eyes with her fingers, watching the pupil react to the light. She lightly checks his neck for bruising, looking for any abnormal formations.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Hey." Trevon's voice rises.
"Hello?"
She feels around the man's neck, moving down to his chest and legs.
"His arms and legs are both broken, and his ribs are mostly broken, but it looks like his neck and spine is intact, we shoudl be able to move him without sending him into shock."
"Hey!"
Abigail stands up, watching the man.
"Come on Trevon, I'll need your help."
"Hey!"
Abigail snaps back to her senses, startled.
"What?"
Trevon advances, he looks worried.
"Who even is he, he could be an enemy, or criminal!"
Abigail crosses her arms, disappointed with Trevon.
"I don't care if he's an overlord, its my duty to save anyone in pain, and I'm not going to change it just because my anxious boyfriend is scared."
Trevon physically steps back, looking stung. He takes a deep breath, admitting defeat.
"Fine, what can I do to help?"
Abigail smiles, taking the torch from Trevon.
"Well, first we'll need a stretcher."
"Ok." Trevon says looking bored.
"And how do I make one?"
Abigail thinks about it, eying Trevon.
"We'll need your trench coat."
Trevon immediately reacts, backing up.
"No."
Abigail advances, squinting at Trevon with a grin on her face.
"No!"
Abigail brings back three branches she found, laying two on both sides of the trench coat laying on the ground. She rips small holes in the coat, before using the sleeves as a string, looping them through the self made holes, tying the branches in snug. She places the last branch at the bottom of the trench coat, ripping off the collar. She folds the bottom corners over where the branches intersect, before tying the corner together with fabric from the collar. She gives everything a tug, stuffing any loose fabric out of sight. The three branches have made a triangle shape, with Trevon's trench coat acting as a net. He'll have to drag their patient behind him, but it'll work.
Abigail stands up, satisfied with her work.
"Okay Trevon." Abigail states, looking around.
"Your turn."
Abigail's eyes land on Trevon, she holds back her laugh.
Trevon sits on bloodless ground at the edge of the torch light, staring at the ground. He hugs his knees in close, sulking. Without his trench coat, his silly cherry shirt is displayed for all to see. He eventually stands up, looking at how Abigail massacred his coat.
"Yes ma'am."
He picks up the unconscious man, carefully, as per Abigail's instructions. He heaves the man up, but something shiny catches his eye.
"Hey Abigail, this guy has luggage."
Curiosity runs through Abigail's thoughts, she looks past Trevon, who carries the man over to the makeshift stretcher. He flashes her a "told you so" face, before slowly placing the man on the stretcher. Abigail is taken back, she slowly approaches it. A large, dark violet sword lays still on the grassy floor. It pulsates with dark energy, She reluctantly tries to pick it up.
"Hup!"
She tugs up, the sword doesn't budge. She tries again. And again. Putting both her back and her legs into she, she finally lifts the sword off the ground with a burst of adrenaline, nearly losing her balance. The weight of the blade makes her knuckles turn white, it feels like shes trying to lift a mountain.
"Come on Abigail."
Trevon speaks out, already beginning to drag the man along on the stretcher, following the path home. Abigail tires to adjust the swords weight, moving it around to try and find a position she could hold it with ease. The thing weighs more than a person, and its wicked sharp edge isn't doing any favors in how she handles it. But its most likely the person's weapon, so its part of the deal. She begins to trudge home, determined to save a life, no matter what it takes.