South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

Brennan O'connell

I don't want to say goodbye


Posted on June 20, 2020 by Raylin Chike
South

Raylin Chike


The pain was excruciating as she staggers along, her sandals having been abandoned somewhere along the beach. Her ruined shoulder drips with blood as she presses her good hand into the shredded flesh, black spots dotting her vision. It was a chant that continuously played in her head: just get to Brennan's. He was the closest person to her and the woman hardly had access to a phone, the device being smashed when Darcy all but dropped her onto the ground. Somehow, the black pistol remains gripped in her fingers, as if the loss of the weapon would be the reason she would keel over on the beach. It's a miracle she's still alive.... it's a miracle she's still moving even if but barely. Her tears are long gone, her body incapable of producing more than was necessary in her given state.

Her ears still ring from the animalistic roar that Darcy had given her in a state of rage after she landed two bullets in him. At some point during their encounter, she was convinced she was going to die and yet... she was still here. How? She didn't know but what she did know that if she didn't make contact with someone soon, she wouldn't survive the night.

Grunting, her legs feel heavier with each step as she fights to keep her eyes open, her once vibrant pink hair is stained red at the tips. The woman was nothing more than a gruesome sight. Catching her foot in the stand, she trips and manages to barely catch herself, the woman biting back a scream of pain as her hand is yanked away from the wound. It takes a bit of convincing to bring her blood soaked hand back and put pressure into her shoulder again. A ragged groan peels from her throat as she begins her trek again. Raylin is vaguely aware of the rush of water the coats her feet, the chill seeping into her ankles. It was perhaps, the only thing keeping her conscious as she finally reaches Brennan's dock. It takes what energy she has left as she changes course and trudges up through the deep sand. The sound of her barefoot slapping the dock is nearly music to her ears even as her vision swims.

How she hoped he was on his boat.

"Brennan...," she croaks out, hardly able to find the energy to put behind that single syllable. In that moment, her vision turns black as her foot catches a plank that sends her sprawling onto the deck. Her body hits hard as the blood coated gun is sent flying down the wood. The air rushes from her lungs as she lays her cheek on the worn planks, her blood soaking the ground rapidly. Breathing heavily, she makes one more attempt to pull herself to her feet and yet her energy is sapped in that moment. Instead, she takes in gulps of air as she allows her eyes to close, she just needed to rest... just a few minutes.

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