Wendigotohell

Andrea was going on her near weekly jog through the forest, as it was much nicer than jogging through the city. She was armed as shit, of course, as one can never know what they may find in the wilderness.

Not far away from Andrea Lucian was running like hell from a pack of wendigos hot on his heals, he had been heading into town for supplies when he ran into one of these wendigos, Lucian had tried to reason with it of course since he believed there was good in everything... he had been wrong and after a fireball to the face he had briefly lost the creature, but now it sounded like more were gaining on him "Myyeehhhhh!" he screamed like a girl

The scream could be heard from Andrea's position, and she took off sprinting in that direction. She expected there to be some female being killed by a supernatural, but she had to say she was surprised at what she saw when she reached them. Regardless, she couldn't just let this dude die, so she skidded to a halt, grabbed a rifle and loosed a load of bullets at the wendigos. "Get down!"  She ordered Lucian.

lucian threw himself down and out of the way when he heard the order, diving to to the left and colliding face first and very ungracefully into a tree, which he bounced off. 3 wendigos moving at about 50% of matt's speed darted out of the forest after the clumsy teen

Andrea was really proud of herself when she managed not to laugh at the poor boy. Instead, she just fired her gun at them as she pursues them.

to of them go down when they are shot, the third does not it reaches her in a blur and shoves a clawed hand into Andrea's gut

Andrea gave a short gasp. Warmth seeped through her skin, staining her shirt, and this feeling progressed until it became a burning. She raised the gun again, firing into the creatures chest countless times.

(I'd have had her like rip its arm of or something cool)

The creature fell back on the second bullet and collapsed back on the fifth signifying its death as the young man got to his feet rubbing his slightly bruised face he didn't notice her wound at first, then his eyes went wide.

Andrea just kept shooting the beast even after it went down until she ran out of bullets. The rifle slipped from her fingers as she finally gave attention to her wound. Dark blood was pouring profusely from it. "Aw, man I liked these shoes," She said. Or at least that's what she tried to say. Instead what came out was a gurgle, and more blood seeped from her lips. Ah shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit. SHIT. Okay, maybe I can make my way out and find a doctor? Her knees buckled beneath her, and she landed hard, jarring her bones. NOPE. Ah, shit.

"Hey miss try not to die please, hey stay with me" Lucian said as he ran over to her fallen body. (have her black out)

She had one hand braced on the ground, stained crimson, as blood continued to pool around her. The pain began to fade, but she doubted that was a good sign. In fact, everything had started fading. She blinked back the darkness seeping around the edges of her vision, and tried to chase away the stars that threatened to consume her. It proved not enough. She was just so tired. The strength waned in her arm, but soon enough she wasn't even sure why she bothered to hold herself up. She would rest for a moment. Just a moment...

When Andrea awoke, and she did awaken she was inside a narrow bedroom that barely had enough room for a twin sized bed and a chest at the foot of it, which was about three feet away from the door, there was a window about 2ft away from the bed on her left through which it could be seen the sun was setting. The walls seemed to be made of stone as well, and the door made of wood. the whole thing ad a really old timey, medieval peasant feel.

Andrea awoke feeling like shit. And she had no problem telling the walls of this fact. The events of earlier had yet to return, and so she came to the only logical explanation for her being there: She had somehow managed to phase inside of a fantasy game. She hopped out of bed, although the huge dark stain all down herself caught her eye. "Oh my lord." And then everything came flooding back. "Oh my LORD. I'm dead. I knew it. I'm dead."

Lucian heard her talking and walked in wearing wizards robes, he always put those on when brewing potions and such, his healing magic had kept her alive until he got her here at which point more extensive care had been required, he had removed her weapons and st them by the window just the ones that she had dropped or were in his way though "Wait you're dead? like a vampire, or a ghoul? I'm pretty sure you aren't a ghost and you don't look rotting..." Lucian puzzled over what she meant by this, forgetting about the potion in his hand he was going to offer her until he remembered "Oh right you probably feel like shit right, possibly delirious now your body has had quite a shock, here drink this." He offered a glass bottle with a thick yellow liquid to her, concerned for her mental state

"Jesus?"

"No my name is lucian, you saved my in the woods, remember?" He was wearing white robes with red lining though so he put on a pointy hat he had on a coat stand to make himself more distinct from a guy wearing a vaguely jesusy robes.

"Uh... Oh, yeah you ran into a tree," She nodded. "Anyway, that looks like piss," She said, peering at the yellow liquid.

"It's not piss" lucian assured her, it looked more like yellow milk

"If you insist, Gandalf," She said, gazing around at the room. "So where am I?"

"This is my house." Lucian said cheerfully. "Well this is a room in my house" The potion tasted like bananas and made her feel less shit.

She nodded slowly. "Nice, uh, dress."

"It's a robe" Lucian said looking down at what he was wearing, it did not look like dress it looked all ganndalf and wizardly

"But... Why?"

"Because i like wearing them around the house they are very comfortable..." Lucian explained "Are you hungry?" he wondered as well

Andrea would have happily questioned his choice in attire more, had he not brought up the notion of food. "I could eat an entire herd of baby goats."