User:Blade bane/Ethan

This is my character from User:SheWhoKnows/RP. All updates made are taken directly from the Role Play.

Day 1: Night
Ethan hid in the corner of his attic, breathing in and out slowly. Knees tucked into a fetal position, he held a Butcher's knife close to his chest. A can of aerosol with a matchbox lay to his side, in case he was found. He could hear the clomping sounds of invaders downstairs, and he was gripping the knife so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white. The air around him was dusty, and with a feeling of encasing dread he realized he was about to sneeze. "Ha-Ha-Ha-CHOOO!!!" He sneezed incredibly loud, and when he covered his nose again, he realized all sounds downstairs had stopped. A creaking sound came from the darkness, and he recognized the sound as a door opening. He could sense the brutes staring at him, even though he could not see them. He grabbed the matchbox, and lit a match. He tossed it carelessly in front of him, and began to stand. The dim light being shone by the match illuminated the ground, and he could see a rough, leathery foot with two toes on it. The brute activated it's own light source, and instantly Ethan could see seven brutes standing around him, in a circle. The brute with a light source was a captain, four majors stood next to it, and the two behind him were minors. Wasting no time, Ethan stabbed the aerosol can with the knife, splitting it apart. A gaseous liquid seeped onto the floor, and a minor ran towards him. It punched Ethan in the face, and he felt blood spray upwards. Collapsing backwards, he reached a hand towards the dropped matchbox only to have the captain stomp on his hand. With a large CRUNCH Ethan felt his hand break. He screamed in agony, and one of the majors stepped back for a second. Wasting no time, he immediately sprung foreword and grabbed a match. Looking the captain straight in the eye, he lit the match on his arm. A major punched him in the face, and Ethan could feel himself lurching towards the window. In his last moment of having a clear head, he dropped the match. Ethan fell out the window, and a second later the match hit the ground. Using the skills of parkour which he had been learning previously, he rolled backwards as he hit the ground and absorbed the impact. Looking up at the window, he saw only smoke bellowing from the entrance. Nothing could have survived that. Crawling forewords without putting tension on his hand, he found a large bin. He crawled in backwards, and then closed the lid after him. Once again he was in darkness, and it was in the darkness the Ethan passed out.

Day 2
Ethan awoke with a dull throbbing in his wrist. Everything was black, and for a second he thought he might be blind. Recalling the events of last night however, he recalled where he was and pushed forwards. The bin lid lifted above him and he stared outside into the world, which was now a horde of rubble and decay. Using one hand, Ethan scaled the closest house and stood on the roof, getting a better view of his surroundings. To the South and the East he could see covenant patrols. He could see nothing to the North or the West however, so he set off in a North-Western direction. He knew that there was a mechanic's in the direction he was heading, so he took off at a light jog, hoping to find a car to use. Using the one-handed vaults he learnt through parkour, he ran through trees and over fences without inconveniencing himself. It took roughly 10 minutes, but in the end he arrived at his destination. With a saddening realization, he saw that no cars were left. Everyone left a few days ago, when the Covenant patrols first came. Elites and Spartans had gotten most people to safety, like his family, but he was forced to hide when all of the troops were killed. And so he had stayed in his attic for 3 days and nights, hoping that someone would come. They never did. After several hours of walking, he found that he had traversed an incredibly long distance. He recognized this place as the place his family had slept during their vacation to the gold coast. Walking inside, old memories of family and happiness sprung into his thoughts, but he pushed them aside, not wanting to remember. Closing the door and activating it's several padlocks, he collapsed on the bed. There was about 4 hours left until dark, and so here Ethan would remain for another 6 hours.