Octavia | With Nadezhda | Leaving the dropship grounds
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A thud and a searing pain in the back of her calf brought Octavia to her knees. When she whipped around, she saw an arrow protruding from her leg and felt queasy from the pain. She wasn't even on the ground ten minutes before she found herself succumbed to something. Looking at the silver tracker on her wrist, she shook her head in spite. Well I hope they're collecting their data.
Turning, she snapped the end of the arrow off and proceeded to try and stand. The pain was overwhelming but there was no way she was just going to lie down and die. She had lived under a floor for sixteen years, there was no way in hell that she was giving up her few moments of freedom so easily. Trying to walk, she made her way to outwalk her attacker, knowing full-well that it probably wouldn't work. It wasn't until a tingling feeling in her leg made her realize that they weren't the only ones here. This arrow came from someone. By the time she realized that though, the tingling had reached down past her foot and was travelling up her leg with every step she tried to take.
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