@blazinghell paused ∣∣ for an event starter!
There was a sense in calmness in being reunited with one of her newest friends during a so-called apocalypse. So far, they hadn’t been attacked or attracted anyone who was using the event as an excuse to act upon violence. Even just thinking about it was a way to jinx themselves, but she’d worry about that later. Perhaps when their so-called gods weren’t feeling so merciful and decided a little action was needed.
Back in the present, she leans on the street sign she had taken from her vision of the island. Twisted and rusted from the water, it still holds her weight as she applies sunblock to her peeling nose for what feels like the tenth time. She could only imagine what it looked like to Ann. A tree branch maybe? An iron rod? Maybe even a normal street sign she could have plucked from the ground in more normal circumstances.
“So. I think we may need to do a supply run.” She hated saying it like that. It felt like something someone in a survival horror game would say. But still, they needed supplies. Food, non-irradiated water, more sunblock. Just things to hold them over until they blinked or looked away and the world returned to normal again. “See anywhere that’d be good for it?”
