OoC: I've been out of the Battle Arena for far too long and I think it's time for me to stimulate my imagination again. I may be a little rusty so bear with me. :\

BiC: Allyone slowly started to come to, looking around to see that she was shrouded in darkness. Her throbbing head wasn’t making it any easier to figure out where she was, but after a few minutes she came to the realization that she was in the truck of a car, “Crap, how in the world did I manage to get myself into the mess?” She reached into the small pocket on the left side of her sweater, grabbed the earphones to her player and popped them in her ears. The faint light that emanated from the small screen was just enough to help her examine the trunk’s door and find a small latch to open it from the inside. It was difficult to reach with her hand so she slammed the bottom of her heel into it to prop open the door and roll out to safety…or so she thought.

The sun was its highest in the desert plains, which is where Allyone found herself. Smack dab in the middle of absolutely nowhere. She looked around, shielding her eyes from the blaring sun above, in hopes to see some sign of life besides her own. Not far off down the road her eyes caught the silhouette of what appeared to be a small building. Without any thought to probably danger, she raced towards the building in hopes to find someone to get her out of this horrid place.

The sun beat down on her relentlessly as she bent down to catch her breath. “Talk about rotten luck..”, she thought to herself as she huffed and puffed her way back to her feet. Allyone wasn’t far from it now and as she came closer and closer she was able to make out that it was a small gas station. After a bit more huffing and puffing, Allyone finally found herself staring at the rundown shack of a place. There was a sign that had been broken off its support somehow that lay on the ground by her feet, unreadable due to the dirt the blanketed over it. She bent down and wiped it away with her hand to reveal the name of the station, “End of the World Gas”. She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed, “Of all the rotten luck, I get stuck in a place far from civilization.” Allyone grumbled a bit to herself as she jumped over the sign and walked towards the entrance of the station.

It was completely empty. There was no sign of life in the place whatsoever…and yet something seemed very peculiar. There was an old dusted jukebox that lay in the far corner in a small back room that seemed to be stuck on a song, repeating the phrase, “You are not alone.” She whipped out a pistol and silenced it for good, but just as she shut up the jukebox she heard something rustle outside behind the shack. She slid along the wall, inching closer to the back door whipping slowly back and forth in the wind, her hand reaching for her other pistol. She paused for a brief moment, waiting for any other unfamiliar noises, then abruptly jumped at the door, busting it off its remaining hinge and breaking it into the dirt, her arms stretched out to her sides as she looked in both directions wildly.
There wasn’t a soul in either direction. She flipped her guns back in their respective holsters and laughed, “My god, I am far too jum—“ Her face froze when she looked straight ahead. It was hard to make out, but she was certain it was coming straight for her. With a hand behind her back and one firmly at her side, Allyone stood firm, expecting the worse.

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