Who: Ripley, Carlos, Kendall
Where: Near Kodiak, Alaska
Location: Train Wreck
Time: 2:30 a.m. (Alaska)
Wilma and Carlos tracked the snapping twigs to a clearing in the
woods just over the rise of the hill behind which their wrecked train
sat on its side. When they first started out, Wilma had stopped for a
moment to survey the damage from their raised position.
The cargo of the train had spilled out onto the pristine white
snowing, giving it a gray haze. And the passengers, what little had
survived, were all huddled together just under an overhang from the
train, using the train's metal hull as a windbreaker of sorts for
There were two fires going, and both seemed like they were on the
wane. Wilma knew she and Carlos would have to hurry, so she did. That
was several minutes ago before they began foraging for wood. Now,
Carlos who was limping along on his manufactured crutch, stilled in
the clearing and whispered, "I don't think we're alone."
Wilma stilled as well. "Other people?"
"No," Carlos said giving her a pointed look. "Other predators. The
four-legged kind. I think they've been tracking us because we veered
away from the 'herd' as it were."
Wilma understood that. Not only the predator mentality, because she
had watched enough Animal Planet with Jake back in DC, but because
culling the weak was a speciality of all predator, even the ones who
walked on two legs instead of four.
"Let's ease our way back," Wilma said quietly as she began doing just
Carlos kept an eye on the woods as he limped along behind her. He
dropped the load of kindling he had been carrying in preference for
his gun. Wilma wanted to do the same, but she knew the kindling was
necessary, and Carlos did have them covered as they started their way
down the mountain.
"I think they are catching on," Carlos whispered as he eased down on
his injuried leg. "We've got to move now, faster."
Wilma nodded and began moving more quickly, wincing everytime she saw
Carlos coming down hard on his injuried leg. "Move!" he suddenly
shouted, pushing Wilma forward.
She did move. Hauling ass as fast as she could, while still gripping
onto the kindling. She glanced back to see Carlos moving at a pretty
good clip himself, crutch or no crutch. Behind him, she saw the
bodies of furred creatures racing on their heels, intent on not
letting them get away.
"Shoot!" Carlos shouted to the others down below. "Incoming! Wolves."
"Protected species," shouted Wilma running before him. "Protected
Species! Shoot to scare, shoot to scare!"
Kendall sat next to the others in what would be known as silence,
except her teeth rattled a round of chattering from shivering. The
noise emitted from her cracked and chapped lips sounded much like a
roll from a drum line. It seemed that the minutes were still passing
like hours, and it seemed the faint smell of burning oil began to be
carried through the icy artic like wind.
"How long have they
" her words trailed off as she was questioning
Diana the status on Ripley and Carlos. Screams from a distance,
Kendall glanced in the direction. Her eyes opening a bit wide, and
then squinted against the bright snow covered mounds.
Within seconds Ripley and Carlos cleared the horizon. She strained to
make out their words through the bustling wind and chattering teeth,
as the hobbled over the clearing. Finally, she caught the
word "Shoot", and then quickly was revealed as to what it was
directed toward. Just behind them, a quickly approaching wolf seem to
be toying with them as its prey.
Cat sprung to her feet, her ankle giving just a bit as she placed her
weight upon it, and pulled her colt45. With a trembling hand, she
lifted the gun into the air, and fired a couple or three rounds. Her
eyes return to her teammates, and wait to see if the fired shots
fulfilled their purpose.