Retrospection [Dymas Day 3 vs Zombie]
Feb 25, 2018 21:49:36 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 25, 2018 21:49:36 GMT -5
"Snow angels are my spirit animal" -Dymas Nyx The snow around me would surely match the color of my eyes. Everything seemed to be decorated by one of the coldest capitol game makers and one with very little style at all. Whoever said that less was more came up with this arena. Whites and blues cover almost everything and the frigid temperatures just don't mix with someone whose body is made from salt water. This freezing cold nightmare just won't quit and the snow just seems to be never ending. I've said it once already and I don't mind saying it just one more time out of the two hundred to come. "Whoever likes snow is FUCKING crrr...rrazy!" My bottom lip chatters away, giving in to the lower body temperature that I've seemingly acquired over the last two days. Death is an icy man who no sooner would want to drag me to hell, but only leave me here to serve out my torturous last days. "What a bastard!" I cringe in this icy death trap and I am glad that I can feel the weight of the pack on my back for what its worth. The canteen inside, I focus on that. I focus on the melted snow inside, warmed by the hot springs just the other day. I wish I had drank it when it was warm. At least it would have given me some form of heat. Just another day or two in this arena, and I'll try to retrace my steps back to that hot spring and just soak in it, I don't care what happens to me after that. If I'm going to die, then I'll die happy and warm. "Happy and warm, Snow. You hear that? At least let me die by fire or something. This arena is as cold as you are." I snicker. I used to look forward to the games but the arenas were always so much nicer. The sunsets and the tropical temperatures. The fun venues for deaths but this was mental and physical torture. "Water... canteen." I mutter repetitively in hopes that it would draw my attention to something other than the fog in front of my face with every breath or the fact that my lips were cracked and dry. My skin itched like crazy. What I wouldn't give to jump into the salty water and snorkel. I can't exactly do that here, but the googles are the only thing that make this place feel more like home. I come to a halt when the light had finally gotten to the point that I couldn't see in front of myself anymore. I sought refuge in the first tree I had found in ages after walking where lumps of snow were. I had been stable for as long as possible, narrowly slipping several times but I held it off. I trudged through the snow like no other and as I set up camp for the night, praying for heat, I fell into an unease of sleep. Boots, heavy and dragging against crisp snow drew my attention first. The sun had barely arose yet the creature coming closer was barely visible. It's shadow was cast aside and the face started to show itself. The silhouette of the person it once belonged to was like a nightmare coming to life. The first games that I had ever really paid attention to became my waking nightmare. I knew this tribute like no other. Everyone of the tributes in that iconic games for myself was zipping through my mind until it completely stopped on that girl from district seven. That Eryn... "You've got to be kidding me? I was 12, Snow! I was 12 fucking years old. You're cunning, but how could you? Hello Eryn. Nice to meet you. I'm Dymas." I latch onto the knife and as I peered into the rotting flesh of the eye socket, I deemed that this was my first chance to kill something other than just the mutt from yesterday. This wouldn't last long at all. |
Dymas Attacks -Eryn S.- Zombie with Climbing peg (Knife)
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[2078 -- Stabbed in Back -- 9.0 damage]knife