There is Doubt in Faith
@shinydaggers
Her steps were careful and deliberate as she circled the woman and the corpse that she faced with a guarded expression. Once she would have considered Eretria too young to do the things that were being asked of her for the sake of survival, but she had long since adapted to the demands of the new world. Children came into their own at a far younger age than she and others like her had in the world that had preceded this. It was not as if however there had never been periods of time that the cusp of adulthood did not come even sooner than this. “Don’t be careless,” Veata warned. “On their own the dead might not seem intimidating but one is as much a threat as ten. So long as it has a body it can spread the virus to us.”
It was such a simple thing to fall into the rhythm of normalcy where the dead were concerned after almost three years. Much like anything else in life there were benefits and there were consequences to that particular brand of normalcy. It stripped out the fear that often left many paralyzed, but in that same thread it began to dull their caution. In survival balance and moderation between the two was a necessity. A person could not afford to become too comfortable in handling the dead for that was the moment carelessness was born. “If there is an opportunity to kill take it, but sometimes the smarter choice is to disable it first.” Eretria had killed many before. Her uncle had passed on the skill set to her. Veata taught a different lesson than he.
Dark brown eyes flickered through the surrounding trees. There was nothing out there that gave her reason for concern. Her feet came to a halt behind the rotting corpse that struggled towards her younger companion with useless, broken legs. “Even if there doesn’t seem to be a pressing need at the moment to kill these things take the opportunities that are presented to do so. It might not seem like it’ll cause any trouble in the future, but it is better to prepare than it is to not. " Her eyes lowered towards the mangled creature of flesh and missing limbs. There wasn’t any pity in her gaze. Only the quiet, cold understanding that living was not a right an individual deserved but one an individual had to be willing to take.
