'Shelter! Blankets! What am I supposed to do?' Taking the blanket off of
David she shivered as she took out some of the precious food and slid in
three or four blankets. 'That should do!' She thought, still not knowing
what she was in for. What lurked in the shadows, at night? What would she
encounter? Grabbing one of her bags, she slipped on an extra pair of wool
socks and laced up her boots. She changed into some long, warm pants, and
a leather jacket with fur trim around the hood.
Five minutes later she was 'ready to face the world' as she had done so many times before. Taking one last cautious glance around the plane, and feeling slightly uncomfortable of all the pairs of eyes that seemed to stare at her, she laid her hands upon the door hatch.
Turning her hand she discovered that the door wasn't quite following through. She backed up and sent a powerful blow to the door with a braced leg. As if it weren't hinged, the door fell to the snowy ground. A sharp gust of icy wind claimed Lara as she struggled to see what lied behind the doorway. Sensing no real danger, Lara stepped out the door and into unfamiliar territory.
Once she was a good ten feet past the plane, the wind mellowed. Lara shuddered when she thought of wind being an enemy towards her. This terrain wasn't familiar, but it looked almost exactly like the grounds by the resort she stayed at for skiing. 'Of course, it wasn't.' Rolling her eyes and checking her guns, she explored.
Of course she would travel down the mountain. What kind of fool would travel up? Inspecting the very steep slope, she came to the conclusion that this was not going to be easy. Taking a big breath, Lara jumped onto the slope and started wildly downward.
Rocks and mounds of threatening snow seemed to leap in her "path". She had to grind her feet right or left depending on where interfering trees were. Completing a series of difficult jumps over the obstacles, Lara made, what she was sure of, a safe way down. Gazing ahead, Lara took back her last thought. She was not safe! Behind a small thicket she made out the shape of a vicious wolf. Lara slowly backed up. But the wolf wasn't about to be tricked. He was hungry! 'Okay.' Lara thought, 'I can do this! It's what training pays off for!' Then out loud, "Alright, wolf! Here's how I see it: You win- you get a full belly. I win- I get a new fur coat." Smiling wickedly Lara glared at the wolf that seemed, surprisingly, to understand. But having hunger claim it's body, the wolf pounced. Lara side-jumped to the right just in time, the wolf sunk its teeth into a bare evergreen branch. "I'd say I have the advantage." Said Lara to the wolf that turned on her once more...
Drawing only one of her 9mms, (which she rarely ever does), Lara waited. Sensing a trick, the wolf tried to pull his own. Turning away from her, he trotted towards a cave. Suddenly he fell to the ground in a silent heap. Lara professionally twirled her gun around her finger and twisted the silencer off. "No one gets the best of me, wolf. I would have been in real trouble if you got your pack to come kill me." So the shot was for the best. And Lara had her new fur coat.
Five minutes later she was 'ready to face the world' as she had done so many times before. Taking one last cautious glance around the plane, and feeling slightly uncomfortable of all the pairs of eyes that seemed to stare at her, she laid her hands upon the door hatch.
Turning her hand she discovered that the door wasn't quite following through. She backed up and sent a powerful blow to the door with a braced leg. As if it weren't hinged, the door fell to the snowy ground. A sharp gust of icy wind claimed Lara as she struggled to see what lied behind the doorway. Sensing no real danger, Lara stepped out the door and into unfamiliar territory.
Once she was a good ten feet past the plane, the wind mellowed. Lara shuddered when she thought of wind being an enemy towards her. This terrain wasn't familiar, but it looked almost exactly like the grounds by the resort she stayed at for skiing. 'Of course, it wasn't.' Rolling her eyes and checking her guns, she explored.
Of course she would travel down the mountain. What kind of fool would travel up? Inspecting the very steep slope, she came to the conclusion that this was not going to be easy. Taking a big breath, Lara jumped onto the slope and started wildly downward.
Rocks and mounds of threatening snow seemed to leap in her "path". She had to grind her feet right or left depending on where interfering trees were. Completing a series of difficult jumps over the obstacles, Lara made, what she was sure of, a safe way down. Gazing ahead, Lara took back her last thought. She was not safe! Behind a small thicket she made out the shape of a vicious wolf. Lara slowly backed up. But the wolf wasn't about to be tricked. He was hungry! 'Okay.' Lara thought, 'I can do this! It's what training pays off for!' Then out loud, "Alright, wolf! Here's how I see it: You win- you get a full belly. I win- I get a new fur coat." Smiling wickedly Lara glared at the wolf that seemed, surprisingly, to understand. But having hunger claim it's body, the wolf pounced. Lara side-jumped to the right just in time, the wolf sunk its teeth into a bare evergreen branch. "I'd say I have the advantage." Said Lara to the wolf that turned on her once more...
Drawing only one of her 9mms, (which she rarely ever does), Lara waited. Sensing a trick, the wolf tried to pull his own. Turning away from her, he trotted towards a cave. Suddenly he fell to the ground in a silent heap. Lara professionally twirled her gun around her finger and twisted the silencer off. "No one gets the best of me, wolf. I would have been in real trouble if you got your pack to come kill me." So the shot was for the best. And Lara had her new fur coat.