Being one of the Reds’s scouts, Darina was fast and light on her legs. Unlike the poor oaf who got himself killed back there, she rarely stumbled. But rarely didn’t mean never. She heard a second shriek, either from the one who stumbled or the one who bolted, but she didn’t care at this point. Seeing that she was closing in on the group of hunters ahead of her, she pushed the pain from the strain of running out of her mind and pushed her body to go faster. She could lose her backpack, but it had all she needed, and between her headstart and the hunters keeping the imps at bay with their own guns, she stood a good chance of making it to them. They were so close! Until she stumbled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Get up, get up, get up, get up,</span>her mind screamed, and she scrambled to her feet. The hunters were on the retreat after firing several rounds at the imps, and her heart sank. Whirling around, she cocked her weapon and fired at the demon that was a few feet from clawing at her. The hunters’ bullets had weakened it enough, but she emptied the whole clip, into its chest. She must’ve gotten lucky with her previous kill; the fuckers were small, but they weren’t easy to bring down. She got lucky again this time, and she turned and bolted.<br/><br/>“Wait up!” she yelled, at this point no longer caring if they were from an enemy group or not, or if the giant mutant was with them, or if they could answer her questions. She followed where the guns were. Ignoring her bursting lungs and her aching feet, she caught up to them, reaching her hand out to the nearest hunter, grabbing him by his protective outer coat. “I said wait!” Shit, she didn’t make it all the way out here to be abandoned and killed.