Reflections of Dawn

Warrior

Evelyn was running.

Running through the dark, lamp-light streets of New York.

Behind her, those... things, draugr or whatever they were, snapped and snarled, the sounds of their bloodlust-fuelled hunt.

But they hadn't found her yet.

They were searching. They were seeking.
But there was hardly any trail to find. She'd come from under the ground, from the laboratory tunnels, and they were searching the surrounding grounds.

Now she had to move carefully.
They couldn't find where she'd exited, her secret way too and from her home, although she wouldn't be returning for a while.

Sneaking carefully off into the shadows, she set off down the streets.

Too little, too late.

A howl went up from behind her, and she knew she'd been sighted.

Forgoing secrecy, she sped off down the road, the pack of draugr almost on her heels.

Careening off down a side alley, she kicked off her heels, cursing the day she'd swapped sensible footwear for sophisticated heels.
Grabbing one of her shoes, she hurled it at her attackers with amazing accuracy, striking one of them directly it the eye with the sharp heel, black, putrid blood spilling down its face in a disgusting mess as it fell back, yelping and screaming in pain.

She wielded the other like a deadly weapon, looking strangely frightening in her ripped, filthy suit, her usually-neat hair hanging in messy tendrils down her face, as she balanced on the balls of her bare feet.

In that moment, you could see the warrior she'd once been.

Unfortunately, the only ones who could see were the blood-crazed killing machines before her.

Swinging her make-shift weapon at the nearest creature, she sped off into the city, mentally running through evasive maneuvers to get the abominations of her tail.

Unless she could loose them, she wouldn't last the night.

Sorry it's a little late. I had to go to London today, so I had little time to update.