Janice Cardinal 3/6
Janice lays there as some of the men go into the store. Others begin moving around the cars as though they're searching for something. She knows it's too late to run. They'll see her for sure.
As a couple of men get close to the sign and car that she is under, she tries to move a little farther under to hide better. It's then that she realizes her hands and feet are numb. Even so, it hurts to move them and she makes an involuntary whimper. (OOC: She's been laying here on the ground since the blast/blast storm.)
She hears the voice of one of the men on the other side of the car. She turns her head to see in that direction and sees him looking at her. There is blood drying or frozen, on her forehead and hair. She hears the other man getting close to this side of the car.
She tries again to move but her limbs just don't want to move and they hurt. She winces from the pain and this time she begins to cry. Not the loud wailing you often hear at a playground but the crying of a child who's trying not to cry but can't seem to stop.
Through crying, you might be able to make out the words, "Please, ... don't ... hurt ... me."
Janice lays there as some of the men go into the store. Others begin moving around the cars as though they're searching for something. She knows it's too late to run. They'll see her for sure.
As a couple of men get close to the sign and car that she is under, she tries to move a little farther under to hide better. It's then that she realizes her hands and feet are numb. Even so, it hurts to move them and she makes an involuntary whimper. (OOC: She's been laying here on the ground since the blast/blast storm.)
She hears the voice of one of the men on the other side of the car. She turns her head to see in that direction and sees him looking at her. There is blood drying or frozen, on her forehead and hair. She hears the other man getting close to this side of the car.
She tries again to move but her limbs just don't want to move and they hurt. She winces from the pain and this time she begins to cry. Not the loud wailing you often hear at a playground but the crying of a child who's trying not to cry but can't seem to stop.
Through crying, you might be able to make out the words, "Please, ... don't ... hurt ... me."