Post by Hannah Jilani on May 9, 2016 18:28:33 GMT -5
There was not a soul that roamed the streets in small town Troy. Except for the occasional Walker that stumbled around looking for a new meal. All in all it was a shitfest. The town itself was pretty bland and completely ransacked. But she had to do something. She was running low on supplies and opting to go to cities like Albany was going to be a shitshow. She had taken a detour to get to this abused town. The little Honda Civic just barely making the trek from Long Island. So for the moment all she could do was pray that this town had something she could take. It was always the next one, that was for sure. Her stomach grumbled but she fought back the urge of a growing insatiable hunger. She grumbled lowly to herself beneath the handkerchief that now worked as a partial face mask. It helped with the smell. It was oftentimes nauseating. Worse than the smells of home, but the smells of her indigenous homeland was something she had gotten used to before. It was a lifetime now. She wondered whether the people there... she shook her head as if to shake the thoughts bouncing around. Don't think about that now. She thought as she lay on her stomach underneath a car. Her eyes scanning the road ahead. Luckily for her tiny frame she was quick. She had evaded the Walkers thus far. She let out a sigh, a soft almost inaudible indication, exhaustion.
For the most part she had been sleeping in cars. Curled up in the back seat. As for her possessions. She only had very little. It was time to get some more. Should she only be so lucky. She heard a noise and turned to lay on her side to peer behind her. Walker. Great. They were always ever so persistent. Like a bunch of insects that just never got the message. However they were once human. Now with an innate inability make a conscious decision. Like an animal that was rabid with disease. They were just animals. Mindless, unintelligent animals. And yet she couldn't bring herself around to killing one. She had lasted two years without dropping a single walker. It was the humans she was most concerned about. They were smarter, tougher, faster. Hiding from one of those was a bit of a chore. Though she was quick, Hanna certainly shed no blood for her fellow Earth-inhabitants. No love lost either. Some of them were just supreme assholes. In killing in another human she believed she was no better than a Walker, or an asshole, for that matter. She reached for a tin can that lay just out of reach. Treat the Earth as you would a lover, soft and gentle touch, let the Earth be your savior and guide you to a destination. Some would look at it as a pre-determined fate. Hannah observed it as an ending yet to be written. Gripping the can, able, ready.
She had to move. She rolled to the side opposite the Walker, keeping the car between them, and crouched, made her way to the front. She peered over the hood and chucked the tin can. The Walker took the bait. It turned and snapped viciously as she stood and made a dash for the storefront on the corner. She made it halfway down the sidewalk when another Walker emerged from the corner. Hannah skid to a halt and disappeared into the building a few doors down. Luckily the door opened as she crashed sideways spilling out onto the floor. Then pulling out her dagger she looked straight towards the back while still prone. Then turned to look behind her. She kept as quiet as the grave. A skill she had learned from her father. The man was a soldier. Always had the mentality of survival no matter what. Good thing she wore the face protection. This place was grimy and dusty as hell. She pushed herself to her feet and made a soft whistle. No sound emerged from the back of the store. She was good for now. Then pocketing the knife in her hidden sheath she began to look around the store. Maybe "fate" had something in store for her after all. She chuckled at the meme starting to pick through a shelf. She brought the small rucksack hanging at her back to the front holding it open. There was nothing of use on the shelves. Picked clean, probably.
Damn rodents. She was talking about the scavengers that beat her to the punch, of course. It wasn't boding well. Another empty waste of her time. She stood up looking around. Now what. She could go back to the car and try the next small town. She shook her head frustrated. All she needed was a chocolate bar, a bag of chips that wasn't punctured, a can of beans would have done the trick. Maybe going north wasn't such a great idea. She picked up an old plastic water bottle from the dusty counter. Her gloved hands holding the bottle as she blew the dust away. A life once lost. Whoever had been here, hadn't been around recently. That was a foreboding sign for a scavenger like her. All she had found recently was dust and memories, jaded and broken. The memory of the past life still lingered in ghosts like these. She tossed the bottle over her shoulder. Useless. She was beginning to feel like a giant waste of energy. Time well spent, she mocked herself. Good job you idiot. Really done fucked yourself now. She felt the frustration bubble over to anger and had the possessed urge to punch the wall. She exhaled. Something had to give. She found herself then placing her hands together and mumbling quietly to herself in silent prayer. Asking for her God to give her a sign. She prayed to Allah in quiet earnest. Opening her soul to her savior. Ya Allah. Alhamdulilla.
A sound broke her prayer. She opened her eyes and said another prayer. "Insah allah," she spoke aloud this time. "Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep, and you weep alone." and she continued on in prayer as the sound emanated from the front or the back of the store. She couldn't tell. Keeping her hands together over her mouth she sought the power of Allah, in search of an answer.
For the most part she had been sleeping in cars. Curled up in the back seat. As for her possessions. She only had very little. It was time to get some more. Should she only be so lucky. She heard a noise and turned to lay on her side to peer behind her. Walker. Great. They were always ever so persistent. Like a bunch of insects that just never got the message. However they were once human. Now with an innate inability make a conscious decision. Like an animal that was rabid with disease. They were just animals. Mindless, unintelligent animals. And yet she couldn't bring herself around to killing one. She had lasted two years without dropping a single walker. It was the humans she was most concerned about. They were smarter, tougher, faster. Hiding from one of those was a bit of a chore. Though she was quick, Hanna certainly shed no blood for her fellow Earth-inhabitants. No love lost either. Some of them were just supreme assholes. In killing in another human she believed she was no better than a Walker, or an asshole, for that matter. She reached for a tin can that lay just out of reach. Treat the Earth as you would a lover, soft and gentle touch, let the Earth be your savior and guide you to a destination. Some would look at it as a pre-determined fate. Hannah observed it as an ending yet to be written. Gripping the can, able, ready.
She had to move. She rolled to the side opposite the Walker, keeping the car between them, and crouched, made her way to the front. She peered over the hood and chucked the tin can. The Walker took the bait. It turned and snapped viciously as she stood and made a dash for the storefront on the corner. She made it halfway down the sidewalk when another Walker emerged from the corner. Hannah skid to a halt and disappeared into the building a few doors down. Luckily the door opened as she crashed sideways spilling out onto the floor. Then pulling out her dagger she looked straight towards the back while still prone. Then turned to look behind her. She kept as quiet as the grave. A skill she had learned from her father. The man was a soldier. Always had the mentality of survival no matter what. Good thing she wore the face protection. This place was grimy and dusty as hell. She pushed herself to her feet and made a soft whistle. No sound emerged from the back of the store. She was good for now. Then pocketing the knife in her hidden sheath she began to look around the store. Maybe "fate" had something in store for her after all. She chuckled at the meme starting to pick through a shelf. She brought the small rucksack hanging at her back to the front holding it open. There was nothing of use on the shelves. Picked clean, probably.
Damn rodents. She was talking about the scavengers that beat her to the punch, of course. It wasn't boding well. Another empty waste of her time. She stood up looking around. Now what. She could go back to the car and try the next small town. She shook her head frustrated. All she needed was a chocolate bar, a bag of chips that wasn't punctured, a can of beans would have done the trick. Maybe going north wasn't such a great idea. She picked up an old plastic water bottle from the dusty counter. Her gloved hands holding the bottle as she blew the dust away. A life once lost. Whoever had been here, hadn't been around recently. That was a foreboding sign for a scavenger like her. All she had found recently was dust and memories, jaded and broken. The memory of the past life still lingered in ghosts like these. She tossed the bottle over her shoulder. Useless. She was beginning to feel like a giant waste of energy. Time well spent, she mocked herself. Good job you idiot. Really done fucked yourself now. She felt the frustration bubble over to anger and had the possessed urge to punch the wall. She exhaled. Something had to give. She found herself then placing her hands together and mumbling quietly to herself in silent prayer. Asking for her God to give her a sign. She prayed to Allah in quiet earnest. Opening her soul to her savior. Ya Allah. Alhamdulilla.
A sound broke her prayer. She opened her eyes and said another prayer. "Insah allah," she spoke aloud this time. "Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep, and you weep alone." and she continued on in prayer as the sound emanated from the front or the back of the store. She couldn't tell. Keeping her hands together over her mouth she sought the power of Allah, in search of an answer.