sandsofhell: (ptsd poster child)
Captain Martin Walker ([personal profile] sandsofhell) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2015-10-22 04:07 am (UTC)

Martin Walker -Rifter- OTA

He had only nodded off, his body was tired and felt like it could fall a part at any second. Then a flash and he woke up swiftly, his body still feeling the stress from his previous excursion. Almost instantly his body was hit with the feeling of cold ice flurrying around him as he unexpectedly found himself acquainted with the ground.

Snow, this was snow, not sand and a sharp pain in one of his hands. Slowly he stood up, his body not protesting much as it became ready to burst back into action. Though the pain he felt did distract him somewhat from the task at hand, it also helped to keep his mind off of the pain that the rest of his body felt. It didn't help that he was dressed more for a hot and dry climate, not one of ice and snow.

Upon glancing at his hand he became very acutely aware of the green glow coming from it, similar to the light that he saw flash before his eyes before he woke.

He was torn away from his observations as he became even more aware of his surroundings, creatures, somewhat human in shape but clearly not human. His hand almost immediately went to grasp for his gun, only to find it missing. Cursing he went for his knife, and to his relief, grasped it and slid it out of it's sheath with ease.

"STAY THE FUCK BACK!" Walker yelled out in warning.

He looked around himself with a threatening scowl on his face. These things wanted a fight, he could tell from the way the moved towards and around him. Well if so then he was going to make them work for their kill, whatever the things are.

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