Post by Amber Wilkinson on Apr 28, 2020 0:22:21 GMT -5
Amber didn’t even know where she was right now. Somewhere in California, she had seen the bears, saw the sign welcoming them here. But this little strip mall in the middle of no where was not what she had in mind. Place was dirty, broken glass on the store fronts. She stepped over it, the shards crunching under her boot. Part of her was just telling her to leave. Why were they here. In California, in this store. Place empty, probably picked over, what were their chances here. In the store. In California. Was this a stupid planning, getting a boat, searching for supplies. There was bound to be more dead, more numbers always meant more dead. Why the middle of no where was the best. Why the farm lasted so long.
She reached for her canteen instinctively. But it wasn’t there. Hadn’t been there for a long time. She brushed the hair from her face, the loose strand that had fallen from her ponytail. ”Hey Thad, think we’ll find anything. I would die for some water. Let’s see if they had one in the back office or something.” She rubbed her eyes as she looked around the dimly lit camping store. As she figured, mostly picked clean. Still they would search, and the nail salons next door, the tax office beside that. They had already gone through the clothing store. She grabbed a top, and a belt. Most everything else wasn’t useful right now.
”We still doing this? Not to late to head back north. Maybe find a car. You even know how to work a boat? I haven’t been on one since I was a kid. My dad always wanted one. But never had time for one.” She set her gun on the counter as she lowered down to search behind. Box of receipts, tape gun, pens and markers. Pulling the lid off with her teeth she scribbled the orange highlight on some receipt paper. A smiley face, and a little heart.
”Shit, you hear that? Thought a heard something? Think it’s a sinner?” Standing up she reached for her hatchet. ”Watcht he back door. I’ll go see the front.” Narrowly she crept forward towards the front. He boots crunched on the broken glass again. She stopped, hoping whatver or whoever was making noise didn’t hear her. She moved toward the front of the store slowly, the sound of glass crunching as she moved slowly and quietly as she could.
She reached for her canteen instinctively. But it wasn’t there. Hadn’t been there for a long time. She brushed the hair from her face, the loose strand that had fallen from her ponytail. ”Hey Thad, think we’ll find anything. I would die for some water. Let’s see if they had one in the back office or something.” She rubbed her eyes as she looked around the dimly lit camping store. As she figured, mostly picked clean. Still they would search, and the nail salons next door, the tax office beside that. They had already gone through the clothing store. She grabbed a top, and a belt. Most everything else wasn’t useful right now.
”We still doing this? Not to late to head back north. Maybe find a car. You even know how to work a boat? I haven’t been on one since I was a kid. My dad always wanted one. But never had time for one.” She set her gun on the counter as she lowered down to search behind. Box of receipts, tape gun, pens and markers. Pulling the lid off with her teeth she scribbled the orange highlight on some receipt paper. A smiley face, and a little heart.
”Shit, you hear that? Thought a heard something? Think it’s a sinner?” Standing up she reached for her hatchet. ”Watcht he back door. I’ll go see the front.” Narrowly she crept forward towards the front. He boots crunched on the broken glass again. She stopped, hoping whatver or whoever was making noise didn’t hear her. She moved toward the front of the store slowly, the sound of glass crunching as she moved slowly and quietly as she could.