Esimae nodded approval as the farmer realized that reloading his shotgun top priority. Climbing in to the driver’s seat she set the large knife on the dashboard to keep within reach.
She stomped on the gas after slamming the truck into gear again, shutting the door as the vehicle took off down the road.
“I cannot tell you how God fits into all of this, but that demon was from a circle of hell. They are tough and really CAN suck your soul from your corpse. That means the eternity of your afterlife spent as a slave in hell.”
“I am Esimae Brayman, by the way,” she added in calm conversational tone as the pickup was racing down the road getting close to 90-100 mph.
Esimae was a determined woman and needed to get home and get her weapons. She sure as shit was not going to pick up her kids from school without being armed for demon slaying.
She stomped the brakes to skid into a turn off Route 101 to take Oak Street that lead to the housing development of her neighborhood. She looked over at the farmer clutching the dash and seat back to keep from sliding across the cab of the truck into her. “What is your name?”
- OOC Note |
I am happy to continue for a few more posts at least. I have some ideas on what my character would do yet. That should sustain some reaction posts for the short term.
I could see this developing into a game if you are up for it.