*Snape finds that the best way to proceed is to advance with little thought to just what is underfoot. Every so often, he finds that he needs to use the rib to help steady himself; he decides that after all that convulsing, his missteps are just his body's attempt to reorient itself with walking. Or is it more than that? he can't help but wonder, since one barely has time to recover from one widespread pandemic than another happens to take its place. Still, this beats vomiting so far, and he is determined to forge ahead as much as possible, keeping on the alert, both visually and audibly, for signs or sounds of Wesley.
He eyes a shade ahead, slim of build, and for a moment thinks it might be Pryce. But while Wesley is trim, he's not gaunt...and Snape realizes that this person shambling towards him must be a native Level 3. He casually changes directions but is dismayed to see the shade...well...shadowing him. He grips his rib tighter and picks up his pace, but the shade is determined to hunt him down, and moves with surprising speed. Snape decides to hurry a little more quickly, and breaks into a run, with the shade loping after him. But one of those damn extra steps he seems to be doing lately trips him up and he falls, rolling to his feet as soon as he can, with weapon ready. The ravenous, skeletal shade charges, teeth bared and ready, and Snape, with a war cry, swings his rib at the shade's head.*
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Date: 2010-01-05 08:08 pm (UTC)He eyes a shade ahead, slim of build, and for a moment thinks it might be Pryce. But while Wesley is trim, he's not gaunt...and Snape realizes that this person shambling towards him must be a native Level 3. He casually changes directions but is dismayed to see the shade...well...shadowing him. He grips his rib tighter and picks up his pace, but the shade is determined to hunt him down, and moves with surprising speed. Snape decides to hurry a little more quickly, and breaks into a run, with the shade loping after him. But one of those damn extra steps he seems to be doing lately trips him up and he falls, rolling to his feet as soon as he can, with weapon ready. The ravenous, skeletal shade charges, teeth bared and ready, and Snape, with a war cry, swings his rib at the shade's head.*