Post by Zanna Monroe on Jul 24, 2014 21:43:25 GMT -5
Zanna slammed her laptop shut with an irritated huff, annoyance filling her entire being to the brim. This whole thing was stupid. Was she really looking up a... a wendigo? She shook her head and stood up with a harshness, making her chair tumble side to side before regaining it's balance, and walked down the hall into the bathroom. As she looked at herself she began to question her sanity. There were dark circles and 'tired lines' under her eyes due to lack of sleep and her eye makeup was terribly smudged. The surviving Monroe felt sorry for herself. Had she really turned to believing in wendigos and ghosts, which may or may not exist, in order to make sense of her family's murder? Green eyes glared at their reflection, resisting the urge to just smash the mirror.
She walked out of the bathroom, hearing a notification from her phone. No one called her anymore, so she figured it was the local news app she had. Her original purpose for it was to see if anything dangerous happened around the area so she could advise her family not to go anywhere for their safety, but now she just kept it. She didn't have the heart to delete it. Unlocking her phone, she read that 'Breaking News' found dead bodies, no survivors, with some missing. As she read, she felt something inside her flare up.
'Sounds quite a lot like our situation, doesn't it?' She thought to herself, quickly dashing up the stairs to grab her simple felt shoulder bag and a t-shirt she hated from her room, a silver knife from her parents room, and a lighter. From endless hours of researching, she found out that fire would be the only thing that kills a wendigo. Knowing that, Zanna was going to light the bastard up whether it was the one that killed her family or not. Without hesitation, she stormed out of her family home and got into her car, driving off where multiple ambulances were parked. No one would question her appearance there, the town was full of nosy people who would gather around, and she'd hear a thing or two by eavesdropping. If Zanna was anything, she was sneaky.
When she got there, she parked her car a few buildings away from where the crowd was and made her way towards the middle. She asked a few people she knew, and they told her just as much as the news app told her: people either dead or missing, apparently an animal attack. As for the police, she heard it was from around the same area her family was attacked, but further into the forest. That's all that Zanna needed to motivate her; violent thoughts filled her brain as she walked back to her car and drove off to the spot her family usually had their biannual camping trip.
The brunette was slow getting out of the car, sadly eyeing the yellow police tape marking the crime scene. "Alright, you bastard," she said to herself. "Here I come."
The brunette was slow getting out of the car, sadly eyeing the yellow police tape marking the crime scene. "Alright, you bastard," she said to herself. "Here I come."
