“That sounds good to me, Tanny!”
Bunny hadn’t paid a lick of attention to where Tania wanted to go. It didn’t matter, really, did it? She didn’t need to go anywhere in particular, unless there was, like, a fully-fuelled helicopter or speedboat just lying around. Or a hidden cache of machine guns or something! But, shockingly enough, that didn’t seem to be marked on the map. So, the priority remained the same; go somewhere that wasn’t this gosh darn lake.
If they bumped into any of her friends, then great, but if they didn’t, it really wasn’t any skin off her nose.
Bunny waited until Tania’s back was turned, then headed straight to the water’s edge. There were a couple of patches of algae dotted about on the surface, but for the most part, it was crystal clear. Heck, it looked good enough to drink, almost! Sorta. Maybe.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Partially due to that thought (there were probably a whole ton of gross bugs and viruses floating around in the lake, ew!), and partially since she could see her gun from where she was standing. Good, right?
No! Not good! The thing was visible, nestled comfortably between a couple of rocks, just far enough into the lake itself that Bunny couldn’t just reach in and grab it. She scuffed a pebble into the lake and scowled at the ripples. These were her favourite Converse! She had just bought these tights! If she had to run through a swamp to escape some chainsaw wielding headcase, then, fine, whatever, but if she could avoid ruining them, that’d be much preferable!
A drop of blood splattered into the mud next to her left foot. Her hand instinctively shot to her forehead, and came away damp and sticky. Right. She was kinda past that point already, wasn’t she?
Bunny sighed, and stepped into the lake, moving as quick as she could. It took two steps to each the gun, water splashing up to her thighs each time. One darting movement with her hand, like a heron spearing a fish, and a rush to the bank, and she had her pistol back. A shiver ran through her entire body as she shook each leg in turn, trying to fling as much water off as possible. It felt like someone had shoved ice cubes down her tights, and her shoes squelched with each footstep as started walking Tania-wards, and that was super gross, but she had her gunny back!
It would have been nice to sit down for some TLC; staunch the bleeding on her face and dry the pistol off, but Tania had already made some decent ground, and Bunny reaaaally didn’t wanna let her go so soon.
So with a quick roll of her shoulders, and a twirl of her gun to look cool, Bunny set off after Tania at a jog.
((Bunny Barlowe continued in When There's Nothing Left to Burn, You Have to Set Yourself on Fire.