Post by Freya Collins on Nov 16, 2012 11:19:47 GMT -8
The night was colder then she expected, and it had shocked her, the morning was warm, warmer then it should have been, so warm that many of the group had set of without much more then a shirt on their back, Freya knowing how quickly the weather could change, and how it could affect you if you were caught unawares, had grabbed her jacket, now she pulled it around her body tightly, fastening it and pulling the hood around her ears. A gale force wind threatened to take her of her feet and she knew she had to get outside, somewhere warm, soon.
She had no idea what town she was in, she had travelled days from the hideout, always at night, during the day she slept, it was the only sure time she was going to be safe, with her travelling alone, she had no one to protect her, to watch her back. Travelling at night was stupid, reckless and suicidal, but it was the safest bet, the only way to fully ensure herself that she wasn’t going to get picked off.
Cold wind prickled the skin of her face, causing her eyes to water and her breath to hitch in the back of her throat, her finger tips were freezing, but she refused to relinquish the weapon in her hand, if she remoistened it now she’d risk death in the time it would take her to react in the cold weather.
Everywhere she looked there streets were empty, desolate, abandoned cars, were broken and destroyed, windows smashed and buildings crumbling, it appeared that the larger cities had been hit the worse. No sign of life, as if one day everyone had just gone.
Letting out a breath she rounded the corner onto the small street, weapon held tight in her hands, sparkling eyes wondering around the desolate street. A shop loomed ahead and she slowly moved towards it, she was in desperate need of supplies, and if this place was fully stocked.
A flash of movement made her stop, heart hammering beneath her chest as she tried to control her breathing. She had panicked, out in the open she was easy pickings, yet the movement had been nothing more then her own reflection. Letting out a soft breath she furrowed her brow ever so slightly, one week and she was still sporting bruises, her left eye sporting a fading blue bruise, a gash was slowly losing its bruise, her cheek still tender to touch. Swallowing Freya diverted her gaze, knowing that if she continued looking she would remember, know that wounds on her body were just as bad.
With a deep breath she pushed open the door, her gun entered the building, her small frame followed moments later. A puff of breath flowed from her mouth with every intake and out take of breath, blue eyes darting around. The sweep of the building was quick, but thorough. Finally being able to relax she returned her gaze to the shelves, the perishables had given into the times, the smell of rotten food littered the air, cans and toiletries were thrown from the shelves, it was time to get to work.
She had no idea what town she was in, she had travelled days from the hideout, always at night, during the day she slept, it was the only sure time she was going to be safe, with her travelling alone, she had no one to protect her, to watch her back. Travelling at night was stupid, reckless and suicidal, but it was the safest bet, the only way to fully ensure herself that she wasn’t going to get picked off.
Cold wind prickled the skin of her face, causing her eyes to water and her breath to hitch in the back of her throat, her finger tips were freezing, but she refused to relinquish the weapon in her hand, if she remoistened it now she’d risk death in the time it would take her to react in the cold weather.
Everywhere she looked there streets were empty, desolate, abandoned cars, were broken and destroyed, windows smashed and buildings crumbling, it appeared that the larger cities had been hit the worse. No sign of life, as if one day everyone had just gone.
Letting out a breath she rounded the corner onto the small street, weapon held tight in her hands, sparkling eyes wondering around the desolate street. A shop loomed ahead and she slowly moved towards it, she was in desperate need of supplies, and if this place was fully stocked.
A flash of movement made her stop, heart hammering beneath her chest as she tried to control her breathing. She had panicked, out in the open she was easy pickings, yet the movement had been nothing more then her own reflection. Letting out a soft breath she furrowed her brow ever so slightly, one week and she was still sporting bruises, her left eye sporting a fading blue bruise, a gash was slowly losing its bruise, her cheek still tender to touch. Swallowing Freya diverted her gaze, knowing that if she continued looking she would remember, know that wounds on her body were just as bad.
With a deep breath she pushed open the door, her gun entered the building, her small frame followed moments later. A puff of breath flowed from her mouth with every intake and out take of breath, blue eyes darting around. The sweep of the building was quick, but thorough. Finally being able to relax she returned her gaze to the shelves, the perishables had given into the times, the smell of rotten food littered the air, cans and toiletries were thrown from the shelves, it was time to get to work.