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@ofmccrees , @lostkctya
it’s cold. colder than it needs to be mud clinging to dirtied shirt, sticking to her skin like a parasite. aoife takes the time of quiet, infected tossed aside, to clean it. the frost gnawed at her skin, jack frost nipping like a dog as she stood, chest bare over cold water. thankfully, she managed to cover herself, slightly, with the leathered fur of her jacket. remi and amiele were off somewhere. probably waiting by the caravan to move on. it was dangerous alone. more than ever, and she’d much prefer the two to be together than have them sneak around behind her.
a patch of snow crunched under heavy foot falls, and though aoife had the strange, minimal thought that it might just be her two companions, she let the jacket held between hands fall slightly, to adjust her AIM ; a barrel pointed in the direction over her shoulder. the ink made visible to those who dared sneak. but did she speak a word ? not a peep. just a warning. physically. an infected would be blown away. survivors ? depending on her mood.
--- katya was certain she had buried it somewhere out here. the small knife and sheath that she normally kept wrapped around her thigh, but had taken off and hidden before entering the school. it wasn’t something she had wanted confiscated --- the last thing her mother had given her. but, katya had made a mistake in her marking of the area, seemingly forgetting that snow would inevitably fall and cover the branches she had carefully laid out. she could tell james was becoming slightly annoyed as she dug around in the snow like a dog in hopes of finding this needle in a haystack. but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
--- “ there’s just one more spot i want to check, ” voice pleading, doe-eyes wide as if that could convince her companion to endure more unnecessary time out in the cold with the knowledge of the approaching hoard. it worked, and the two were off towards the bank of trees slightly north of the camp. katya remembered the pond --- that was certainly where she had buried the knife. on the muddy bank surrounded by trees where nobody would find it ... or so she thought.
--- standing shirtless pond-side was a woman, gun over shoulder pointed in the direction of katya and james. she considered drawing her own weapon, but the large tattoo on the woman’s back made it clear she had been in some sort of gang. one of the many that had formed since the beginning of the end. that wasn’t somebody katya wanted to mess with. her hand reached out, grabbing james’ sleeve. “ maybe we should go, actually ... i can always come back. ”













