<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Carine Devonhard</span><br/>Carrie</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6814106f-fc04-471d-9875-aea3475cd61a_zpsdb498126.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carine found it easier now to walk through the forest. It seemed to be indeed some kind of path, although it was nearly invisible. But every time she believed it ended in front of a big tree, she found it making a bend and continuing. Every two minutes she stopped and looked on the small handheld navigation device. The blip of the hexapod was now already far behind and she was closing in on the blip of Freya. She pressed a button to send a signal to the device of Freya and she was satisfied when the signal blip didn't move. As it looked right now, the path seemed to lead in her direction. Carine put the device back in her pocket and she wiped the sweat of her face. It was humid here in the jungle, she had not expected it to be like that. Her jumpsuit was clinging to her sweaty body like she had walked under a shower. How could Freya enjoy it so much to be out here hunting? That was something Carine couldn’t understand. This place was horrible, yes, the flowers she saw from time to time were beautiful, but Carine knew how deadly they were too. She had been attentive to the lessons in soldier training, believing at that time that she would get a chance to go out with the troop in the jungle. Now she was here, all alone and she was terrified. If she had some other soldiers around her, she would feel better, more safe. But knowing that at any moment a big head could appear between the foliage and bite her in half, it made her nearly pee her pants whenever a crack sounded in the forest. She wasn’t a fearless hero type, she had learned it in the past half hour all alone on foot in this jungle.<br/> <br/>Carine grabbed her gun again, her hands sweaty and trembling. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold the gun steady enough to kill anything if it jumped out in front of her, but the gun was the only thing that gave her any security at all, even if it was only in her head. The path entered now some thick foliage and made another bend. Carine looked carefully around the corner, but like all the times she had done that before the path was empty and continuing straight ahead. She had not walked more than five feet when a piercing light shot out in front of her, accompanied by a ear-shattering loud noise. Did death feel like that? Was it what you saw the moment you died? A bright light that made you lose your eyesight and a noise that made you deaf? There was no pain, nothing else, she was just blind and deaf. The gun had dropped from her hands the moment the light had exploded in front of her and Carine strangely enough felt her body shiver, felt the tears pressing into her eyes, felt her mouth open to cry out in panic, but robbed of sight and hearing, she had no idea what was going on. Finally she collapsed on her knees and when she felt the damp floor under her hands, her tears started to flow. She wasn’t dead, except one could still feel after death, which sounded silly. But death would come soon. She was blind and deaf in a hostile world. There was no chance that she would ever find Freya now. Or the hexapod. Oh god, Kira…</div>