Post by Teddy Wilson on Jan 8, 2015 15:25:52 GMT -5
Teddy glared down the scope of her sniper rifle as she was nested above an abandoned building's rooftop. She had to fight these dead fuckers left and right. The past few years had changed her tremendously. She wasn't the shy and quiet bookworm anymore... she was now a fierce survivor, who had no time to read or chat with anybody. She was here to kill, and she did that well enough. Another Croat had come around the corner from a road of shops. Teddy aimed and shot directly into its head, her eyes unblinking as the sniper rifle fired the bullet straight through the Croat's brain. "Gotcha." She muttered with a light growl from the throat.
Her eyes kept drained down the scope of her rifle, her aim moving from side to side as she surveyed the area. She wasn't going to take any chances, so being on the top of this abandoned building was a chance she was willing to take. Other snipers could easily kill her and so could Croats if they were intelligent enough to get up the stairs and through the boarded roof exit - which Teddy boarded up herself.
There was a figure that came around the corner near the trashed up toy shop, but her eyes couldn't register whether it was a Croat or not. She realized the thing was running, looking back a few times. It was a survivor and they didn't look bit or injured; so she took the chance. She let the person pass her line of sight as soon as a group of Croats came around, chasing the male figure. "Motherfuckers." She muttered as she glared down the scope and fired multiple times, downing three out of the five that had come into sight.
Teddy shot up to her feet, strapping her sniper rifle onto her back as she picked up her dual pistols and went down the fire escape on the side of the building. It wasn't too tall but it was tall enough for her sniper skills to come into play. She dropped down off the ladder and she raised her pistols, firing at the two remaining Croats that had survived her sniper attack. She killed them with skilled head shots and that was all thanks to her training as a Hunter by her father. 'I'll thank him later...' She thought before turning to go and find the male figure that had been running away.
Dean Winchester