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Feet tired from walking for what seemed an endless amount of time. Munching on the last leg of whatever she managed to shoot earlier. Savoring the taste of it in her tongue as the raven haired women was reminded of an old statement her family used to say about her growing up. She was so pretty but fluffy. Thinking back on it was a rude ass comment but for some reason the memory gave her something to smile about. Dropping the bone of her food before reluctantly going through a tight patch of bushes.
Griselda gazed on what appeared to be yet another small town. It could have danger or delights hidden in its clutches but only a good search would tell. A sigh escaped through her lips while she began her walk toward the abandoned building. Cocking her head to the side with a scrunched up face of disinterest toward the houses. She had her doubts that their were anything left in them but one could never be too sure. Something that did keep her eye was the sign that read pawn shop in the corner of her eye. Knowing how people were though, it was most likely picked clean. Gris had a grin and she was feeling lucky.
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Callum watched from afar as he saw the female eat. His pack lay on the ground next to him, and he sat there, holding his binoculars, watching her. He watched her go through some bushes, and looked farther. She was heading to a pawn shop. He could cut her off there, probably knock her out, just not kill her. Take her supplies. Loot the shop for anything, if anything, before she could. He put the binoculars in his pack and headed off, crossbow slung over his shoulder, one bolt already loaded.
He quietly crept to the pawn shop. He could see the girl, still making her way to the shop. It was lucky that she was taking her time so he could get there. He quietly took his crossbow off of his back and held it up, aimed at her. He walked towards he. He wasn't seen. Yet. He ran out in front of her, the crossbow aimed at her chest. He began to yell, but not loud enough that any Risers (That's what he calls the dead) could hear him.
"OK, you're gonna stop there. I don't want no trouble, you hear? So, tell me where the rest of your group is. Send 'em off. This is my shop, and I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I haven't ate in days. I'm starving. I need this loot. So get your group and tell 'em to scram. Try to attack and there will be a bolt in your heart, you hear me?"
Griselda didn't like running into assholes. Especially the ones that held weapons at her while she simply wanted to loot the place. With the tactical shotgun now aimed toward the man as he asked about her group. She wasn't with anyone for the the time being her only company was her thoughts. Even if she were with others it wouldn't mean that she would answer truthfully to this mother fucker. For all she knew he could just be waiting for the info before shooting her right between the eye balls.
Her next actions were precise and careful. She cocked her tactical shotgun that was trained on the man in front of her. With a rising brow the words slipped out between her soft lips. "No ablo ingles por favor! No ablo ingles!" Griselda was hoping to play on this gentle men's sympathy for the foreign and women. If not then this could be a long ass day and Gris wasn't looking forward to that outcome. She would much prefer of this man could move along so that she she could move along on her way. Keeping her eyes locked on the young man as she awaited for his reaction. Gris intend to play the dumb act until this gringo was no longer a goddamn problem. Which would hopefully be soon if she played her cards right.
Cal simply stared at the woman. She had a shotgun pointed at his chest. Well then... Things just got difficult. She spoke in Spanish. She had to know English. She lives in America, it doesn't make sense for her to not understand English. He lowered his weapon. He strapped it to his back and looked at the woman, his eyes intently watching her every move, waiting to see if she would make a move. Her muscles weren't tense. She wasn't going to shoot him.
He quietly released his breath. "I'm not gonna hurt you, ok? You obviously don't have a group. Now, I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm Callum Niklas. You can lower your weapon. I just wanna talk."
The United States was a country built on years of immigration and many cultural melting pots so her facade of no English lnowlage didn't seem to far fetched in her own head. Dark brown eyes watched the man's movement very carefully. Once the weapon was placed on the strap she proceeded to lower her own weapon and simp,y stared back at him. So he gave his name and what was next? Did he assume that made them friends or something.. Shifting her weight to a different leg. Griselda gave a small smile that was a little less annoyed. "Soy Griselda Herrera"
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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