Chyler keeps one hand pressed against her stomach as she walks, the hole in her body armor and the blood around it visible through her spread fingers. It hurts, it still hurts, but it isn't the blinding pain edging toward blackness any more. The teen is filthy with soot and mud. Chyler brushes her hair back from her face, her ruined crown braid not keeping it in place any more.
They left her in the woods.
She told them to.
She has to keep reminding herself of that. She told them to go, she told them.
Told them to leave her on a planet full of the dead.
Chyler straggles to a halt at the edge of the ravine, staring down into the blackness with a dazed look on her face.
the end approaches
She's no less dazed by the time she finds her way to the strange little town in the woods. She's stopped, at least, pressing her hand to the gash in her body armor. The spot throbs with pain, but the entry wound is small, small enough that she's not scared any more that her insides will come spilling out if she lets go.
Somehow, Chyler locates the town hall. It's more luck than intention. She's shivering by now, not dressed for the cold, but it's better once she's inside.
She gives the bulletin board a long, blank look, before turning her back to it and facing the rest of the building. Very quietly, very confused, she murmurs, "Where are all the dead?"
CHYLER SILVA || HALO: FORWARD UNTO DAWN
Chyler keeps one hand pressed against her stomach as she walks, the hole in her body armor and the blood around it visible through her spread fingers. It hurts, it still hurts, but it isn't the blinding pain edging toward blackness any more. The teen is filthy with soot and mud. Chyler brushes her hair back from her face, her ruined crown braid not keeping it in place any more.
They left her in the woods.
She told them to.
She has to keep reminding herself of that. She told them to go, she told them.
Told them to leave her on a planet full of the dead.
Chyler straggles to a halt at the edge of the ravine, staring down into the blackness with a dazed look on her face.
She's no less dazed by the time she finds her way to the strange little town in the woods. She's stopped, at least, pressing her hand to the gash in her body armor. The spot throbs with pain, but the entry wound is small, small enough that she's not scared any more that her insides will come spilling out if she lets go.
Somehow, Chyler locates the town hall. It's more luck than intention. She's shivering by now, not dressed for the cold, but it's better once she's inside.
She gives the bulletin board a long, blank look, before turning her back to it and facing the rest of the building. Very quietly, very confused, she murmurs, "Where are all the dead?"