Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 15:29:23 GMT -5
Amina had been laying low, watching the handful of survivors, for quite some time. It was obvious that they were strangers, probably meeting for the first time right in front of her. She had overheard one woman as she instructed the others to restock on food and water - things she desperately needed. Still, she was hesitant to make her presence known. Just because they didn't kill each other didn't mean they wouldn't kill her.
She waited a few more moments that seemed to stretch on forever. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Still, even as her empty stomach tossed and turned and her fear grew, she pushed herself off the ground. The entire front of her was stained with dirt, including her face. She hitched her backpack up higher on her shoulders and began towards the house where a man and a woman, who seemingly lived at the place, were having a discussion. With the light in the sky fading, they didn't notice her until she was no more than a couple feet away, standing there with one hand resting on her weapon and the other outstretched above her head, signaling that she means no harm.
The woman was undeniably beautiful. With blonde hair that fell like a waterfall down her shoulders, she stood there with a look of seriousness on her pretty face. She appeared to be clean and well fed, as did the man she was talking to, although Amina didn't think they lived together.
"Hello," she said in her kindest voice, which wasn't much. The past weeks wandering through New Mexico had left her throat dry and her voice raspy. "I mean no harm, but I overheard you have food and water here," she motioned towards the house, still beautiful despite having spent three years without anyone to repair it. Unsure of what to say next, she stood there awkwardly as two stone-faced strangers whip their heads around to stare at her..
She waited a few more moments that seemed to stretch on forever. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Still, even as her empty stomach tossed and turned and her fear grew, she pushed herself off the ground. The entire front of her was stained with dirt, including her face. She hitched her backpack up higher on her shoulders and began towards the house where a man and a woman, who seemingly lived at the place, were having a discussion. With the light in the sky fading, they didn't notice her until she was no more than a couple feet away, standing there with one hand resting on her weapon and the other outstretched above her head, signaling that she means no harm.
The woman was undeniably beautiful. With blonde hair that fell like a waterfall down her shoulders, she stood there with a look of seriousness on her pretty face. She appeared to be clean and well fed, as did the man she was talking to, although Amina didn't think they lived together.
"Hello," she said in her kindest voice, which wasn't much. The past weeks wandering through New Mexico had left her throat dry and her voice raspy. "I mean no harm, but I overheard you have food and water here," she motioned towards the house, still beautiful despite having spent three years without anyone to repair it. Unsure of what to say next, she stood there awkwardly as two stone-faced strangers whip their heads around to stare at her..