Gun

The roaring was soon followed with gunshots. The logical thing done when gunshots were heard was to run. Guns killed, and Yelena knew that quite well since she used her gun to kill quite a large number of people. She was a prime example of why children shouldn’t learn to use guns because when she grew up, she used it all the time. She could be considered a mass murderer if she hadn’t been trying to get random headshots off in the name of ShinRa. But at the moment, she had no gun or even clothing. And that was bad when it came to random people with guns. For all she knew the person who had the gun was the person who dumped her in the cave. The only problem was, running in the opposite direction was the logical thing and who knew if the opposite direction was really that smart. A guy with a gun might be distracted for five seconds at the whole nude chick thing. A fiend wouldn’t really care and she would be torn apart within minutes. And so in this oddest of odd cases, guy with the gun wasn’t that bad. Besides, the gun had been used to finish off whatever made that inhuman growl, which was a good thing. It sounded like a glock seventeen, which carried ten, seventeen, or nineteen rounds depending on which model specifically and magazine. So the shooter had four to thirteen bullets if he or she didn’t have an extra clip.

So either way, she could still be unloaded on.

Yelena didn’t care since she was an undead zombie or something along those lines. If she was killed, then it would be painful but she would end up back in that nice relaxed peaceful state again. And if she wasn’t slaughtered by a barrage of bullets, then she could get some clothes, which was always a good thing. She was still shiver being in her skivvies in a dark, damp, and cold area. Once again she got to her legs and wobbled towards the area the sound came from. She got maybe two feet from her original destination before her legs collapsed under her and she landed on her butt. Pain shot up her spine as she winced. Why did zombies feel pain?! If losing limps was still going to hurt like all hell, she wasn’t going to be happy if her arm rotted off and fall to the ground.

A rock hit her on the head, making her wince again. This was really, really a bad second chance at life experience. Death was so much easier and warmer. Her body was shaking continuously; so much so that her arms were wrapped around her torso as she chattered between shivers. But a few more rocks fell before it sounded like the roof gave away and someone came falling down feet first. Of course, the person fall back onto the pile of rocks and started cursing. A flashlight came down spinning in front of her. With a light source, the walls suddenly became illuminated. The light hit a few ores of Mythril sticking out of the wall, reflecting around the cave making things look a bit brighter for a moment. Light aside, Yelena was happy to see something she recognized. There was pretty much just one place with tons of Mythril ores, and it wasn’t too far from Midgar. All she had to do was survive random fiends and Midgar Zoloms and she might be able to get home…if the guy with the gun didn’t shoot her. That still was a big if.

The blonde picked up the flashlight and pointed it towards where she thought someone had fallen. Her eyes widened as she saw someone she was almost sure knew. There were little changes like longer hair and a more major looking face, but there was only one guy she knew that tattooed his face with useless lines with shiny emerald eyes. And the fact he was cursing and probably calling her an idiot helped prove her cause. Yelena dropped the flashlight as she essentially tackled the down man to the ground, clinging to him in happiness and to steal warmth. It was more of the second than the first. He was so much warmer than her icy cold body. The joyous reunion ended with her ripping off his blazer to wear for herself while she still kept close to his chest. Of all the people in the world to run into in a place like this, Reno was the second to last person she expected, with little Elena being the top on that list.

”I knew adding that nude part would get me saved,” she cried as she shivered in his lap. His blazer was still lingering with his body heat but she was far from warmed up. Who even knew if she was going to warm up completely. Yelena was dead! She was more than sure that she was supposed to be dead, and unless Reno told her that her whole death was a practical joke, she was sure he was probably just as surprised she was down in some cave freezing her butt off. And it really was frozen off since she couldn’t feel it anymore and it might have fallen off since zombies lost body parts all the time.

It was a good second before she was ready to get off of him. Even with another roar within the caverns, she was still clinging to him. Someone familiar meant she was safe, or relatively safe since she now had some clothing and she could take a weapon. Reno was never that great with guns from what she remembered of him; and unless he decided to take up marksmanship after her death, he probably wasn’t that great of a shot. That’s why he carried something that took 9mm instead of .45mm bullets. ”Give me your gun and get me out of here,” she demanded in a serious tone. Even though she was weak, cold, and still heavily confused, Yelena was a Turk. As a Turk, she knew she needed to get out of place like this since it was infested with fiends back in her day. And lord only knew what had happen to these parts since she had last seen them. Not to mention she really needed clothing and probably medical attention. She didn’t have her own gun with her with her usual materia so she couldn’t give herself a fake check up. All she could do was rely on Reno, which probably wasn’t the greatest of things. But it wasn’t too bad. Reno was someone she trusted, and she needed that at a time like this.

It's like old times. ;_;

1/2.

That was really great!

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