A perplexed expression settles upon her face, some tension relieved by the response but that didn’t mean any of this made sense. Not entirely. Dark optics blink hard, as if to ward off a hallucination, but head cocks to the young woman still being there.
“A swindler? In the middle of the damn apocalypse?
And I thought I’d seen it all.”
Words of a harsh tone, but the curiosity is becoming more apparent.
“What exactly do you trade for?
Money doesn’t really have value nowadays…”
There’s still reason to be cautious, who knew what the Hell people traded for now. Food? Shelter? Their bodies? Sasha wasn’t sure. Weapons were a good deal for her, though. The sniper upon her back was light – and bullets were getting harder to come back. The folks in Alexandria were getting wary of her large ammo hoarding.
❛ oi! tha’s fuckin’ rude - i’m a god damned genius, ❜ ashley wasn’t exactly
lying; the girl knew how to survive and make good weapons out of shitty
materials. ❛ i pref’ah th’a term weapons manufactur’ah, ❜ the blonde had
corrected her quickly before rolling her eyes. truth be told her loot wasn’t
as great today as it was more of a scavenging event anyways. not one
where she planned on meeting another person.
❛ anythin’ worth gettin’, ❜ she shrugged her small shoulders, ❛ wat’ah, a
bit o’food, toilet pap’ah. luxuries from befo’e the end, y’know? need some
bullets t’ah feed mist’ah pinky? make ‘em myself. ❜
