Rapture 4

Sammy sat in the yard, feeling very insecure and edgy. No matter where she was around the house, the Bad thing was always near. She sighed and plucked at the grass. A shadow fell over her and she froze, then she slowly looked up. A pair of metal feet met her eyes. She looked up all the way and gave a slight smile.
"Jacob…"
Jacob smiled and hugs her.
"Hey Sammy! How are you? I thought I'd visit."
Sammy's smile faltered a bit and she sighed.
"Ok I guess…"
"….What's wrong?"
She looked up at Jacob, who had a concerned look on his face, making her let out a small sigh.
"Something bad is going to happen…"
Jacob frowned, then thought for a moment.
"Come on…"
"Huh? Where are we going?"
"To get you some ice cream."
He took her hand and helped her to stand up. Once he got her up, he kept her hand in his, then headed for the ice cream shop down the street. Sammy followed without hesitation.
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Breathing somewhat heavily, he felt another stab of pain through his chest. Rapture groaned and grabbed at his torn shirt. The cougar had done it's damage better than he had thought.
"Bloody fucking hell…"
He stumbled through thorns, bushes, and maybe some poison ivy. He was feeling sick and his hunger had come back. A growl gurgled in his stomach and he groaned again, he was to far from the lab to go back and get a body now, but he could tell he was at the base of the mountain. Rapture had done the most natural and smart thing anyone would if they wanted to find their way off a mountain; follow the river downstream. A dull roar that grew steadily louder reached his antenna. Rapture soon found himself at a waterfall, making him utter a low, angry growl. He searched and found a dry area of rocky wall away from the water. Carefully, he started his descent down the cliff when he found a good place. Though he hissed in pain when his hand fell upon a wet rock, he let go as a natural reaction, but then found himself falling down. He landed in the rushing stream and he tried to scream in pain, only to have the burning water fill his lungs, he tried to stop as he tumbled through the fire like liquid. In panic his hand shot out of the water and he grabbed madly, taking hold of something firm. Ignoring the pain, he pulled himself out of the water and coughed harder, spewing water back into the river. He hauled himself onto the log he caught onto and he sat there, burning and shivering in pain. Slowly, his eyes closed, heavy from fatigue, then he blacked out.