Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 22:50:17 GMT -5
This is open to anyone. I’ve kept location very vague, so if you think your character might be here drop in
Hunger had become something she was very accustomed to feeling lately. She was also used to pushing it aside and saving her food for another day, giving her the chance to find what she would have eaten and replenish it. She didn’t want to get to a point where she had nothing, that made her uncomfortable. Water was worse though. She barely sipped at her water bottle, even though she could probably guzzle all 1-and-a-half liters in one swig if she could afford to. But she didn’t mind terribly the task of tracking down new food or water because at least it gave her something to focus her thoughts and energy on. She didn’t like stillness, she didn’t like being alone with her thoughts. They were far too toxic. Really Karin had simply been alone for far too long. As much as she hated to admit it the objects that once belonged to people that she kept in her bag were not a suitable substitute for actual human contact.
Still she wasn’t about to go out looking. People could be much more dangerous than the dead. Karin was currently sitting cross-legged on a wooden coffee table pushed up against the wall of an expensive looking abandoned apartment. It was the only furniture available in the room that looked sturdy. She was looking through her camera lens at the dead down below. She watched quietly for an opportunity. It was dawn, and the golden hour was providing her with perfect light for a great picture. She wished she had a subject that wasn’t falling apart. She was sick of them, they were all starting to blur into one now. And that thought gave her an idea. On the window sill sat a white teddybear with a pink rose on one of it’s ears – the other had been torn off and was nowhere to be seen. On it’s food the name ‘Emily’ was embroidered in blue cursive. She smiled at it, leaned back, focused her lens on the bear and made it so the Depth of field was very shallow, and her white balance was in check. The bear was in focus, the zombies behind it were blurred, but there was no question what they were. She focused, squinted, and then snapped the picture.
It was a melancholy picture, she supposed. Who knows where ‘Emily’ was now. There was no way to know if the child was alive, how old she was now, where she was. It made her think about the people she used to know back in Kobe. Japan was like another planet now. There was no way to get there and there might not be a way to get there again in her lifetime. And even if she did there was only a very slight chance that she would ever find her family. Not a chance worth betting on, even if she were one of those rare optimists. She hadn’t even told them she was going to America two years ago. She’d broken them a long time before that though. She had been a selfish and arrogant teenager.
Toxic.
She thought, and she named the picture of the bear and the zombies that. How she wished she could print her work like she used to. Her room, where ever she was living, always got filled with glossy pictures. This place was not suitable to become her permanent base. She was better off continuously moving through the city day by day. Loot in any one area ran out pretty quickly. But she didn’t have the energy today. Sighing, she decided just to indulge her stomach pains and eat one of her cans of soup. It was disgusting, really, but she still slurped it out of the can with gusto. Once she was done eating she returned to staring out the window through her lens. Maybe she would spy something interesting.