White Darkness

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    Hawk and Roy

    Hawk sniffed the air, standing up a bit like a rabbit. The skull of the wolf dangled from her shoulders, the skins billowing and fluttering in then gale. Grey eyes narrowing, her lip slowly curled in a menacing half-snarl when her nostrils were filled with the fetid stench of rotting meat and blood.

    "They come." she growled, glancing in Roy's direction and following after him like an animal, her long arms covered with skins and the wolf skull falling over her head again to make her appear like a long-limbed cousin of the wild canines. Her nails clicked over the metal, and she pulled the stitched paws over her hands to silence the sound.

    Another horn blare made her hiss and skitter back against the wall.

    Roy nodded, hearing the horn. "C'mon, quiet and slow, stay behind the containers," he said, then pointed across the deck to a small flight of stairs that led down into the ships lower holds. They would be safe and out of sight and smell if they could get down there. Then Roy waved a hand and started moving slowly across the deck.

    As they passed the spot where he'd killed the two men, he heard a tugging, snarling noise from below. He didn't dare to look for fear they'd see him. He could imagine what was happening clear enough. The cannibals were ripping the two poor sods on the ground into shreds. He turned to face the the girl, Hawk, and held his finger up to his lip. As he did though, he stepped in a flash frozen pool of blood, and nearly lost his footing. He grabbed onto the side of a shipping, but as he did, the metal rail on it's side ripped free with a screech.

    From below, the tugging sound stopped, and was replaced by a sniffing.

    "S***," Roy hissed. "Run!" he exclaimed, the pointed to the stairs across the deck, still half it's length away. "Go!" Then he turned tail, freed his axe from it's loop on his pack, and bolted. From below, the sniffing changed to a screech, followed by a clawing noise. Rushing to the rail--there was no point in stealth now--he saw the monsters. Five of them, clawing at the side of the ship, standing around the desiccated remains of the two men. As he watched, one found a handhold and started scaling the side of the ship.

    Hawk grabbed Roy and yanked him away from the side of the ship, leaning over for a second to send a blood-curdling snarl that revealed long, jagged teeth worn by ages of gnawing on hard, frozen meat. If the wolf pelt had been a part of her, it would be bristling.

    Whipping around, she grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled Roy along the deck, not caring for icy patches that threatened to make her lose her footing, but they both crashed into the side of the wall near the doorway quickly enough that they could just see the first of the monsters grabbing at the railing, only to have the old, rusted metal crumble away. A high-pitched screech was followed by a dull thump, and then more snarling as the others either finished off or helped their comrade. Hopefully it was the former.

    Scrambling, Hawk tripped down the first few steps, Roy hot on her heels as they fled into the bowels of the ship.

    They made it to a door, and Roy rushed to it, grabbing the hatch wheel and trying to turn it, but it was frozen solid, and rusted in place. "This isn't going to budge," he spat, then hit it with the flat side of his axe, trying to dislodge it. Still nothing. His mind whirled. This was bad. They were trapped in a narrow hall, on low ground, with enemies coming at them from the top.

    "Back outside! We need to get inside a shipping container!" he shouted, then led the way back of the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Coming through the threshold, back into the cold light, one of the Ferals had made it up onto the deck. Seeing Roy, it snarled and charged, sprinting at him full speed. He ducked, under one of it's frantic swings, and slammed his axe into it's side. It was barely fazed though, despite the gash in it's side spilling blood and soaking the tattered skins and pelts it wore. It came down on him with all it's weight, all sinew and muscle, frantically trying to rip out his throat. It was all he could do to hold it's mouth back.

    "Gerrrrrrroffahim!" Hawk roared, tackling the monster from the side and overbalancing it to send them both sliding and screeching several feet away from Roy. Her teeth sank into flesh and blood flowed, fingers gouging deep welts across the Feral's ugly face.

    It was easilyl a hundred pounds heavier though, and soon won out for the position to be on top, and both were a bloodied, snarling, biting mess of crimson fur and flahses of exposed skin. Hawk's eyes glinted in victory though as she fended it off, suffering a savage bite to the forarm that bled profusely.

    "Head choppa eet!" she screeched to Roy.

    Roy jumped back to his feet, axe in hand, and swung wide into the back of the things head. There was a crunch as it bit through flesh and bone, then the cannibal slumped down onto the deck, still. Roy kicked it off Hawk.

    "Up!" he rasped, then held out his hand and pulled her up. She was nearly as feral as that cannibal, but at least she was on his side. Then he reached into his pack quickly and tossed her a rag. "For your arm," he said. Then started jogging towards the middle of the deck where the containers where the densest. They needed to find one that was open, someplace to hide.

    Hawk nodded and bound the wound tightly, limping after Roy. The screeching of the others was not far behind. They needed to hide.

    "Hidee hide hidee... where to hide..." she mumbled, then halted and sniffed the air. Her eyes lit up and she tugged on Roy's sleeve, scampering towards the container nearest the back of the ship. She sniffed again at the entrance and shoved, cracking ice and frost as the metal door groaned and moved.

    It had once held a load of coal, but now there was only a few chunks left. Still, the dusty, burnt smell was strong enough to be detected even by Roy.

    "In here. Hide scent." she said, pointing at the coal and then grabbing a chunk and rubbing it around the rag she had tied to her arm. The screeching from the Ferals grew louder, and there was a low snuffling sound. They had made it onto the deck.
     

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