((Continued on from When We Die
Despite the fact that she had thought she had been heading the way that Lenny and Rob had been heading, as she continued, Shameeca started to feel like she had gone the completly wrong way. Even as she started to head amongst the trees, she felt like she had lost them totally. The weight of her weapons and the wet clothes made her tired and her stomach was rumbling away as she walked into the jungle. Trees were around her, and this was not a good thing. Being a city girl, Shamee always preffered to be found inside a Starbucks than in a swamp, it was just the way she liked things. In the last week and a bit, she had been closer to nature than she ever had. She had slept on the muddy floor, tried to wash in streams and the sea, even going as far as eating some mushrooms that she had found (not poisonous, she had done a course in wild mushrooms in her cookery course). They had tasted nasty, but weren't going to leave her catonic and drooling. Still, she was a bit more scared that she was alone now, what with Rob gone. Pretty confident that she could watch her back by herself, Shamee did like having someone else around, even two people, but now that Heath was gone, she had only Rob left, and now she had lost him too.
With the gun slung over her shoulder with an improvised sling and the wrench in her right hand (the left arm still stinging to use), she carefully made her way through the trees, only to hear the sound of screaming in the distance, followed by a solitary gunshot. Jesus, what could she do? Now she was armed with her two, well ok two and a half (she had no idea what good the dildo could do in a fight unless it was a seriously fucked up brawl), she could help or try to fight the people over there. Thats if anyone was even hurt, it could be a mis-fire. Hell, Shamee could just run away right now, like she had the first time that she had seen a fight. But no, something had changed now. She had seen Heath, who had nothing to do with her, stand up and say he would help her, without him even owing her at all. Shameeca would do the same thing, only you know, not die.
Jogging closer to the sounds, she heard footsteps approaching, the sound of running. Someone was trying to get away in a hurry. Was it a guilty conscious or just a break at freedom. Whatever it was Shamee did not know, but she knew that the fact that a male voice was screaming at someone to wait, meant that this probably wasn't a good situation. Hefting the wrench in her hand for a better posistion, she did the final burst of a sprint till she reached the area where the voices were. Despite the loaded gun, this fight would be close to useless until she knew who she could shoot at. Suddenly, a large snap was heard as she stepped on a large twig, snapping it. Damn it!
she thought, theres the element of surprise gone.
Suddenly, she saw the two fleeing figures, both relatively small compared to the man moutain that seemed to be heading towards them. Well, it was pretty obvious by the angry look on the larger mans face what was going on. Shameeca tried to recognise the taller man, but she only figured him for one of the football players. Swinging the gun off her shoulder, she lifted it and raised it towards the figures, ready to shoot if anyone tried to attack her.
"Stop! I have a gun and I ain't afraid to use it. I don't know whats going on here, but it better end now, cause I have a question. Has anyone seen my friend, he's called Rob Jacks? I need to find him"