Post by Lila Robinson on Apr 19, 2016 11:54:03 GMT -5
Lila wasn't sure how she ended up in Denver but she could feel the elevation getting higher and higher. She needed a little break though and as she got closer to Denver, she saw a little town that was just as deserted as most of the west seemed to be lately. She needed gas and she wanted to rummage around for some clean clothes before traveling onward, not really sure where she was going to end up. At the base of the mountains she stopped in the little area that looked more like a downtown suburban oasis made to look pretty for the sake of not looking like a shit hole filled with strip malls.
When she brought the truck to a stop, she opened the door and looked out with the sun beaming down brightly. She saw a row of apartments that were next to the shops that were anchored by a large supermarket and a gas station on the corner. Maybe she could find more then she bargained for in the apartments. After all, if there were people living there, there had to be lots of clothing. Of course, some of those people could still be there or perhaps there was nothing left for her to get anyways. Her cowboy boots hit the ground, tucked into the dusty jeans and blue shirt that had walker blood slathered across it. Dried and dirty. She wanted to get it off her body.
Instead of just parking the truck in plain sight, she went around a corner and found a tidy little spot behind a dumpster, behind the shopping plaza. She could run, she knew she had that ability if need be. The keys were tucked into her pocket and the 9 mm was in her hand, fully loaded in case she needed to defend herself, which was usually the case. Her first stop would be the apartments to see what she could scrounge up. As she pushed open a little gate she moved down the sidewalk, eyes constantly aware of her surroundings. It was the first thing her father told her when he was teaching her how to use a firearm. Be aware of your surroundings. It stayed with her then and it stayed with her now. Slowly she went past the untrimmed bushes, looking over her shoulder to the left with her body hugging to the building on the right.
She whispered as she spoke while whisps of blonde hair pulled away from the tired ponytail she fastened her hair in.
"Please lord, let me find a bountiful harvest here."
When she brought the truck to a stop, she opened the door and looked out with the sun beaming down brightly. She saw a row of apartments that were next to the shops that were anchored by a large supermarket and a gas station on the corner. Maybe she could find more then she bargained for in the apartments. After all, if there were people living there, there had to be lots of clothing. Of course, some of those people could still be there or perhaps there was nothing left for her to get anyways. Her cowboy boots hit the ground, tucked into the dusty jeans and blue shirt that had walker blood slathered across it. Dried and dirty. She wanted to get it off her body.
Instead of just parking the truck in plain sight, she went around a corner and found a tidy little spot behind a dumpster, behind the shopping plaza. She could run, she knew she had that ability if need be. The keys were tucked into her pocket and the 9 mm was in her hand, fully loaded in case she needed to defend herself, which was usually the case. Her first stop would be the apartments to see what she could scrounge up. As she pushed open a little gate she moved down the sidewalk, eyes constantly aware of her surroundings. It was the first thing her father told her when he was teaching her how to use a firearm. Be aware of your surroundings. It stayed with her then and it stayed with her now. Slowly she went past the untrimmed bushes, looking over her shoulder to the left with her body hugging to the building on the right.
She whispered as she spoke while whisps of blonde hair pulled away from the tired ponytail she fastened her hair in.
"Please lord, let me find a bountiful harvest here."