( @redsriots )
another day. another kill. another day without proper rest. another day without proper food.
it’s just another day.
nejire wipes the blood off of sword with an old rag before sheathing it in it’s holder on her waist. it might not be the most conventional weapon to fight with, but at the beginning of all this it’s the first thing she saw in the store and she wasn’t up for being picky. it’d taken her awhile to learn to use it properly, but now? now it’s like an extension of her own body. and the ONLY thing she can count on in this ugly, ugly world.
the blue haired girl walks through the run-down grocery store as quietly as she can, one hand on the knife holstered on her left thigh, just in case she needs something faster. it’s a long shot, but there’s a chance that there’s some food here if she looks hard enough.
was that...?
she whips her head around in the direction of the noise she’d just heard. was that a can skidding across the floor? was someone else here? or was it a walker? as quietly as a mouse, she doubles back the way she’d come the knife already drawn, waiting to be used. blue eyes scan the dimly lit area in search of the body, until she find them standing in the middle of ones of the isles. using her quick thinking, she knows he isn’t a walker but she doubles back around and makes her way up the back side of the isle. treading carefully until she’s close until to point the tip of her knife between his shoulder blades.
“who are you? are you here with anyone else? put your weapons down on the ground quietly and don’t make a peep.”
