Post by Candy Akiyama on Aug 14, 2015 23:05:25 GMT -5
Candy was not having much luck. Most of the automobiles seemed locked or there was no food visible, mostly both. That is until she came to one truck, one that belonged to maned named Smokey. She didn't know him, or any of the people inside. They might be bandits that would soon as shoot her or worse. Being shot in the head would be far more humane than to waste away the same as her other life boatmates had.
At this point, it was worth almost any risk to not go out that way. She peered in the camper window, and tried to open it. Locked too. Luck just isn't on her side. Candy was rail thin and far beyond the point of stomach rumblies. That food had to be hers. Glancing off to the side and around the street, she didn't really see anything immediately around that she could break the window with.
Thoughtfully, she rubbed over the healed over burn scar left on her right forearm. She turned and looked over the folded up butterfly knife still in her hand. ”I hope so too, Flopsy.” Closing her fist around the still folded knife, she was sure the blade couldn't cut through the glass, but maybe folded up, it could help her SMASH through.
*tink*
”Ow.”
She felt the sting more in her hand than the window seemed to endure. Candy wound her arm up again, and swung all her might behind it, and swung a third time for good measure.The worst the window showed was a hairline stress fracture. At this rate she might break through by morning.
Candy gave the camper window a death glare, it stood between her and life sustaining sustenance. ”C'mon Flopsy.” She pocketed her butterfly knife, and left Smokey's truck behind. Maybe if she were so weak from starvation, she'd have the strength to break in , or lift something that could. Then she wouldn't need that food so bad, if she did.
Inside. Maybe they had more on the inside, but how would she get in? Around back, she could sneak in around back. That had to be the best way to sneak in, instead of trying the front door. The danger these people might poise, still never really entered her mind. There was a feast to be had inside, and she was going to sneak her share of it.
Creeping around back, she found the way in open, and she started to systematically see which doors she could open and continue her search for something...anything to eat. And some water too if she can swing it.
At this point, it was worth almost any risk to not go out that way. She peered in the camper window, and tried to open it. Locked too. Luck just isn't on her side. Candy was rail thin and far beyond the point of stomach rumblies. That food had to be hers. Glancing off to the side and around the street, she didn't really see anything immediately around that she could break the window with.
Thoughtfully, she rubbed over the healed over burn scar left on her right forearm. She turned and looked over the folded up butterfly knife still in her hand. ”I hope so too, Flopsy.” Closing her fist around the still folded knife, she was sure the blade couldn't cut through the glass, but maybe folded up, it could help her SMASH through.
*tink*
”Ow.”
She felt the sting more in her hand than the window seemed to endure. Candy wound her arm up again, and swung all her might behind it, and swung a third time for good measure.The worst the window showed was a hairline stress fracture. At this rate she might break through by morning.
Candy gave the camper window a death glare, it stood between her and life sustaining sustenance. ”C'mon Flopsy.” She pocketed her butterfly knife, and left Smokey's truck behind. Maybe if she were so weak from starvation, she'd have the strength to break in , or lift something that could. Then she wouldn't need that food so bad, if she did.
Inside. Maybe they had more on the inside, but how would she get in? Around back, she could sneak in around back. That had to be the best way to sneak in, instead of trying the front door. The danger these people might poise, still never really entered her mind. There was a feast to be had inside, and she was going to sneak her share of it.
Creeping around back, she found the way in open, and she started to systematically see which doors she could open and continue her search for something...anything to eat. And some water too if she can swing it.