another closed starter for @isolatednights
"i don't know, something feels off today, si." that little nickname, it'd stuck. she didn't really say it around the others but when they were alone? always. she always did seem more relaxed this way though, them, like they used to be. eris wouldn't be ashamed to admit that sometimes she missed it, the days of just them but on the other hand, she wouldn't trade their little family for the world.
"this place doesn't seem like it was too badly picked over like the big cities, might be worth us going to the supermarket, find a trolley to put things we find in, make our lives a bit easier just.. stay close, okay si?" she looked so ready for a fight, a knife tucked into the side of her laced combat boots, the hand gun strapped to her thigh securely, and her favourite knife at her belt. she'd always said that she preferred to work with a knife. save the bullets, less noise, less attention.
once they got to the supermarket her steps were slow, deliberate. it looked like every other, things scattered, left skewed when people panic grabbed. she didn't speak, just slow.. deliberate steps. "silas." not his little shortened name. she was being very serious. "someone was here." she pointed her torch down to an area behind an old checkout, there were boot marking and an empty tin, but it looked fresh.. more to the point she made a show of placing her own boot down and pulling it back to show that it had to be very recent, dirt only moved away from the track marks, it had to be freshly done or dust and dirt would have resettled. "could be a straggler left over from that gro-" a shelf came crashing down, sending more toppling. she reached, grabbing silas' arm to yank him away from where it would've blatantly hit him. in the next moment eris was jumping over the checkout and bolting in the direction they had been pushed, knife in hand. the chase was on.
