soo hungry -- open

[miller]

miller ann lank

The main reason that Miller was sneaking around the Shopping Center was food. It had been two days since she last ate something, not something that she was particularly happy about. With her rifle slung over her black leather clad shoulder Miller quietly maneuvered through the center, hoping not to be detected. It wasn’t the easiest thing for her to do, seeing how she was a huge klutz and there was nothing she could do about it. The sad part about it was that even her little beagle Turtle understood the concept of stealth and was better at sneaking around then she was.

There was really no reason that Miller shouldn’t be stealthy. She had the perfect body type, short, small, and able to squeeze through small places. Well if there was one thing that Miller learned from the virus was that life wasn’t fair and she was lucky to be alive, clumsy or not. So trying her hardest not to fall or somehow cause chaos Miller slowly crept through the Shopping Center in search from some food and her four legged companion.

When her eyes fell on a building with a propped door and a dilapidated sign that was for either a restaurant or a grocery store, she quietly crept through the plastic covered window with Turtle leaping in at her heals. The place was once a grocery store that Miller could tell. There were knocked over shelves and the smell of rotting food was overwhelming. Pulling her fitted red shirt over her nose Miller crept through the aisles in search for canned food. It was a hard thing to do, finding food, mainly because other people rummage through just like she was.

Just as she found some canned peaches and pears, which she stuffed her leather jacket full with, Miller heard a sound. Quickly picking up Turtle and tucking him into her jacket, something she had practice doing, Miller swung her rifle to her front and slid under a propped fallen shelf. Miller knew the danger of being found because quite a few times she had gotten into a fight over a simple can of corn that she barely escaped. By now this was normal for her, so normal that even her dog was well trained as to how to handle these types of situations. Now hiding all she had to do was hope that no one dangerous or deranged would find her.

[lilly priya singh]

&beauty is the most dangerous and deceitful weapon,,


Crunch. Crunch. And then suddenly, as if by nothing, there was a tinge of metal hitting the ground. She felt herself shiver, felt herself shake at the ringing, the metal clashing with the ground below, echoing into the abandonment. It felt cold, heartless, frightening.. a tinge she'd not felt in a few weeks. Being back in the city, she'd forgotten the sounds of horror, the sounds of fear, the sounds of.. well, the city. Or at least, the city as how it was now. There was no bustling of cars, clicking of lights, rampart of people talking.

Once the initial shock was over, and she was able to move again, she switched the sniper from her back to her arms, holding it and looking down the scope, leaving the aim off in this dark and dimsal dismay. She had no doubt she might find someone here, someone on the edge, on the attack. Of course, she wouldn't attack first, not until she was sure of who might be there and what they might need or want, but she wouldn't hesistate beyond that. There was no reason to in this day and age, and if you did, you'd probably end up dead or looted or left for nothing.

The medals around her veil clamored together like the sound of faint chimes, followed by her earrings and her headband jewel. The necklace, though, the one piece of jewelry around her neck didn't ring, because it was not made like the others. By her own handicraft, it was nothing more than a locket of her family when they were alive, when they had flesh on their bones and hearts that pumped blood. It was made for silent remembrance, for the gift of family to be always near her heart.

But the chimes reminded her of those assassins she envied so much for their stealth, their calm, their ability to push themselves to do the unthinkable. That chime of those there but those not, and she couldn't help but let herself smile. Oh, such good days, when the days of youth had overtaken her mind, when she believed such things could come true. How she longed for those days, how she..

No. Not the time to think like this, she decided, and she focused on the gun, focused on the scope and looked about her. She was hoping no one would have been here, as this would have been an ideal camp for a couple days, having food and vicinity to water in the town, plus, the district had plenty burnable things to provide fire and heat.

Silence. Nothing but the sound of chimes. Nothing but the sound of an assassin. Despite being clad in a bright blue sari, she remained well hidden, searching for any other souls in the dark.

[miller]

miller ann lank

If an hour, a minute, or even a second passed Miller didn’t know. Time didn’t seem important when you were trying to stay alive. It felt like Miller was hiding forever. Why couldn’t Miller just be living life like a normal 17 year old girl? Why did the world have to get all fucked up with the stupid virus? Why couldn’t she just be going to high school and worrying about boys instead of dying at any moment?

The whole time Miller was whining internally she was hearing a soft whisper of what sounded like chimes. It made Miller curious as to what was making such a sound but she didn’t dare come out of her hiding place. Maybe the sound was a trap to lure her out. Either way Miller wasn’t going to risk being shot down. Squeezing Turtle closer to her and tightening her grip on her rifle Miller tensed for a surprise attack.

Waiting for the chimes to stop Miller couldn’t stop her stomach from grumbling quietly. Judging the amount of space she had Miller figured that she could sneak open a can of peaches for herself and Turtle. As quietly as possible Miller somehow got out her knife and a can and opened the thing with only a squeak from the can. Everything was going perfectly on the eating aspect, both her and Turtle got some food in the stomachs.

With the distraction of food Miller kind of forgot that she was hiding. Don’t think this is abnormal for her because it isn’t. Miller is prone to forgetting things, especially while under pressure. So without hesitation she wiggled out of her hiding place and crept out of the store with Turtle following her and cans piled in her jacket. It didn’t hit her that she was supposed to be hiding until she saw a woman clad in bright blue with a gun.

[lilly priya singh]

&beauty is the most dangerous and deceitful weapon,,


With a swift motion, a turn on of her aim, and a glare down her sight, Lilly had the red laser trained on a small girl, not more than her teenager years, looking somewhat surprised. It took Lilly a second to realize that there was a dog, rather cute, portable, and would make for a good companion. She kept her gun trained for a few seconds, deciding what her next action should, would be.

The gun rested down, her hands still holding the gun in a ready position to lift and shoot should she need to. Her only companion, she thought, and this girl might make for some good talk, at least, for the time she was going to stay here, which was who knows how long.

Silence seemed to surround the two, and she couldn't help but feel anxious in the sound of nothing. She hadn't come across the sight of another human in such a long while that it was weird, awkward, odd to her that there might be anyone else left. But here she was, this teenage girl, gun armed and a dog for a friend, right there, right in front of her, so tangible.

"Hello," Lilly said, somewhat harsh and still alert. She wasn't ready to drop her guard yet, regardless of the position of her gun. "My name's Ranger. I won't shoot if you don't shoot. I'm here to set up camp for the night, being an area with food and shelter from the natural accomodies."

She looked around, checking for anyone else that might have been around, ready to shoot, alert. When she was sure nothing else was a threat, she then, and only then, had to her in a position of comfort and not threat. She let her guard down slowly, steadily, securely, leaving it up enough just in case she needed to react.

With the silence, Ranger loaded her gun up on her back and began to walk deeper in the store. She was growing rather famished and longed for a meal of some sort. "If you wish follow, feel free, as the company would be much appreciated. However, you may also feel free to leave and we never have to cross paths again. The only thing you may not do is try to attack me, because, and I can promise this, you will end up dead, which doesn't bode well for either of us." The sound of chimes again as she walked further, heading toward the stock of food, making her own wind as she walked.