<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;">Her eyesight got more and more blurry and narrow. Carine knew from her time in duty in the corps that it meant that she was overtired and needed a rest. Her whole body cried for it, but the small blip on the monitor pushed her forward. She wasn’t far away from her cousin. If only she wouldn’t have lost her track last night, then she had a path to follow. But unfortunately since she had climbed down from the hill, she was more fighting with the thick trees than with sleep. The forest was so incredibly dense here, she had no chance to find spots for the legs of the hexapod and finally she stopped the huge vehicle and opened the hood. She’d better continued on foot, found Freya and that hunter and let the hunter fetch the sleeping Kira and the bags.<br/> <br/>Carine grabbed the small tracking device, marked her actual position on it and the two pulsing points were merely three quarters of a mile in distance. She put it in the pocket of her jumpsuit and took a plasma gun from the rack. She had craved all her time in the army for outside action, but being out here on your own without the security of the hexapod felt creepy. The forest wasn’t as silent as she had always imagined it to be. There were a lot of sounds and every rustling or small crack made her swivel around nervously, the gun ready to fire. If Freya was injured it was more than likely that carnivores would roam the area. And they wouldn’t say no to a tasty young noble girl, Carine knew that. Another sound made her whirl around in a circle, but there was nothing in sight.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Oh, come on, Carrie. Don’t freak out now. You’re tired, you hear ghosts, go find Freya and then take a sleep. Just some more minutes, pull yourself together.”</span><br/> <br/>Her voice was shaky at best and her mind refused to listen to her own encouraging. She was growing more and more panicked and her mind told her that she was in deep shit way over her head now. After all she was only a spoiled little brat, who liked to do drugs and have a good time with her lover. Her cuddly and lush life had been something she had despised all the time in the city, but now she craved for it. She would have to excuse to her mother when she returned for giving her such a hard time. She wasn’t made for this world out here. She wanted the safety of the inner ring back. Maybe she could do something useful with her life. Not real work, the idea to sit behind a desk all day and actually work on something seemed horrible, but there must be something to do that could be done in a few hours and would give her some satisfaction.<br/> <br/>A root on the floor made her stumble and her thoughts stopped flowing in directions that wouldn’t help her. She had to concentrate on the target ahead, to find Freya and help. The forest had become impassable and she moved now laterally to find a way towards the Princess, when she crossed something that looked like a path. It could be a way through that forest or it could be the tracks of animals and she was walking right into their breakfast. Kind of, oh hi, did someone order a juicy young girl for dessert? Carine couldn’t help but grin at that, even so her whole body was flooded with adrenaline from all her fears. The gun was shaking slightly in her hand when she turned left and followed the nearly invisible track. At least she was able to move now quicker. The desert is eager to be eaten, Carine thought and her heart started beating faster.</div>