Post by Faith Leona on Aug 27, 2016 18:44:13 GMT -5
Heading east had been a harrowing affair especially when she couldn't find any groups to move with. She had the knowledge that she could do well on her own, but she lacked the confidence to do it. She trusted, sometimes foolishly, those she met to get her safely to where she wanted to go. It didn't always end well for her and she had a few scars to prove it.
One of the most recent ones that was healing slowly was a pentagram around her belly button after she came across a group she labeled 'the witches'. The wanted sacrifices every week and when she came across the group she had a feeling about them, but paid no mind to that voice. After all, she was kind of like them or so she tried to explain. Earth witch. They were devils and they wanted her to be like them. After the blood ritual and knife to the belly she ran and ran as far as she could as fast as she could.
She hopped from group to group, never really holding on to anyone or anything. She scrounged and foraged using the knowledge of plants to her advantage. She was using medicinal plants on herself now to help heal that cutting and pentagram that was probably going to be there for life.
The newest group she came across a lot like her. Hippies that were trying to find their way. She had become a drifter, just like everyone else, but this time, she met someone that caught her fancy. His name was Reg, but they called him Regal. They had been traveling together for a few weeks from Tchopatoules, Louisiana and south, towards the city. They spoke endlessly and her connection to him was starting to turn deeper and more intimate. They nicknamed her Star since every time she could see the stars, she would start naming constellations.
Her and Reg reached Metarie when the decided to split up into a suburban type neighborhood and start looting houses for what they could find. Her Bug was starting to wear down and she worried the car wasn't going to make it to Florida where her and Reg had a dream to get on a boat and just sail. It would mean freedom and she would do whatever it took to have that freedom.
She came to the front of a brick house with high windows, kissed Reg softly and headed for the house while he went across the street to a ranch style home with the same layout of land. The others, a group of about six of them were hitting other houses in the neighborhood to find more blankets, clothing and hopefully food.
One of the most recent ones that was healing slowly was a pentagram around her belly button after she came across a group she labeled 'the witches'. The wanted sacrifices every week and when she came across the group she had a feeling about them, but paid no mind to that voice. After all, she was kind of like them or so she tried to explain. Earth witch. They were devils and they wanted her to be like them. After the blood ritual and knife to the belly she ran and ran as far as she could as fast as she could.
She hopped from group to group, never really holding on to anyone or anything. She scrounged and foraged using the knowledge of plants to her advantage. She was using medicinal plants on herself now to help heal that cutting and pentagram that was probably going to be there for life.
The newest group she came across a lot like her. Hippies that were trying to find their way. She had become a drifter, just like everyone else, but this time, she met someone that caught her fancy. His name was Reg, but they called him Regal. They had been traveling together for a few weeks from Tchopatoules, Louisiana and south, towards the city. They spoke endlessly and her connection to him was starting to turn deeper and more intimate. They nicknamed her Star since every time she could see the stars, she would start naming constellations.
Her and Reg reached Metarie when the decided to split up into a suburban type neighborhood and start looting houses for what they could find. Her Bug was starting to wear down and she worried the car wasn't going to make it to Florida where her and Reg had a dream to get on a boat and just sail. It would mean freedom and she would do whatever it took to have that freedom.
She came to the front of a brick house with high windows, kissed Reg softly and headed for the house while he went across the street to a ranch style home with the same layout of land. The others, a group of about six of them were hitting other houses in the neighborhood to find more blankets, clothing and hopefully food.