naomiâs comings and goings with sasha were nothing new. they were like clockwork, reliable, comforting even, that mundane routine could still be found in these times. normally, heâd let her go off without a second thought, knowing the lookouts would keep an eye on her, keep her safe â but thereâd been more walkers than usual around lately, and he didnât feel right about letting her go completely alone. after a few minutes hesitation by the door, he decided to go out there, just to keep an eye on things, make sure she didnât get swarmed ( it was becoming far too common lately ).Â
coming outside just in time to see her fall, his attention was immediately diverted by the stray walker, quickly taken out by one of their lookouts up top â before he even had to reach for a weapon. thank fuck they had good people here. he made his way over, careful not to startle her ( she was armed, after all ), but also careful not to be too loud, lest another walker be around. âjust me, naomi,â was his greeting. âyou alright? sorry, not to like parent you or anything, thereâs just been a lot of activity lately.â
âNoah.â Naomi spoke softly, confirming to herself she wasnât in any danger. She carefully slid the small knife away, bringing herself to her feet. Of course, Naomi was barely taller than five feet, and the white King shepherd by her side was just under three feet tall at the head; needless to say, she looked even smaller next to the dog. But small didnât mean weak, and though no one needed hay bails tossed here, she helped out when she could; including agreeing to help with guard duty sometimes â obviously close to the tower. It wasnât her that was helpful much, but Sasha, who never failed to growl in the direction of the walkers.
âNo, I understand, thank-you.â She stood herself up, doing a mental check over herself once more, confirming that she was without injury. âSasha isnât growling anymore, so either it shuffled away, or someone took care of it.â She held no real fear when going for her walks, because between Sasha and the sighted guards on the ground and in the sky, she knew she was safe. Plus, her twin helped her navigate the outside area; cars that were unlocked and where they were; trees she could easily climb and await Sasha going to fetch help (something Nadia worked tirelessly to train her to do). âIt was my own fault, really â I took a few steps without Sasha or the walking stick. It was foolish to assume everything would be the same.â
The woman crouched down, and kissed the top of the dogâs head, before going into her bag and pulling out a tennis ball. âPlay time.â Standing up, the warm smile remained on her lips as she held out a hand towards Noah, palm up, other hand holding the tennis ball. âHow about Sasha and myself join you for your shift â sheâll have someone to throw the ball for her, and youâll have an extra pair of ears in her. You just have to promise if thereâs a swarm, that you get Sasha somewhere safe.â Her voice was still soft and sweet, not rushed or worried. âAnd remember to come back to let me out of a tree later, once itâs safe.â Being out and about, Naomi knew she was a liability â it was why she had Nadia help her, hours every single day for the first couple months. There were many places she could hide; but if it was a tree, Sasha couldnât be kept safe, whereas she could. It wasnât so much self sacrificial, as her being realistic. Should a small or even large swarm come along, it would be more dangerous for everyone, trying to get Naomi back safely (depending how far and the circumstances).
Leaving her and coming back later made more sense. But, there were enough guards that it didnât worry her. Even still, Sasha was her best friend. âDo you remember the feeling of the beach? Standing at the waterâs edge.. bare foot, closing your eyes and letting the sun wash over your skin? The sounds as the waves crept up, cooling over your skin? A camp fire after sunset? The way it crackled and left your clothes with an after smell? It feels like weâre all scrambling to survive, but are forgetting to stop and remember the small things that remind us to live. Perhaps it wouldnât be too much, to request someone willing, to procure a few board games. I know it seems redundant, to have someone searching for a simple toy. After all, you canât truly live if you donât survive. But would it be so bad? To offer some semblance of normalcy, to keep the sanity?â