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“Are you okay?” calling out from a distance, Jochebed frowned as she watched the stranger. He seemed lost, confused and she wanted to help. The area they were at was not safe - to leave him alone would almost certainly be a death sentence if he was not alright.
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“There’s a hatch nearby,” blood ran down from the crown of her head, coating her face and making her delicate features look horrific. Swaying where she stood, Jochebed turned the flashlight over in her hands before she tapped it against his bicep, “do you trust me?”
She understood that he had every reason not to. They had never met each other before this point and she looked like something straight out of a horror movie. To him she was a stranger, someone that could and would turn on him in a heartbeat if it meant saving her own skin. To her he was the only hope she had of making it out of this trial in one piece.
@thiscruelearth    |    CLOSED STARTER
It was a small town and Jochebed had never been there before, they had gone there in the hopes of finding supplies. Instead they wandered across a burning carcass that reeked of fire and death. The bodies of men, women and children decorated the buildings and marked the area as taboo. Whoever had done it was long gone, they had bled the area dry and gone on to torment another town.
“We simply can’t leave them like this,” it’s the first time that she became immovable, stood her ground without bowing to his suggestions. Jochebed was a gentle soul, confrontation was something that made her feel physically ill and so she avoided it at all costs. This was something that touched her deeply and would gnaw at her insides and haunt her dreams. None of it was either of their fault, they had simply had the misfortune of happening across the scene but that was enough to make Jochebed want to act.
They had known one another for only two weeks, but the compassion that Jochebed had demonstrated thus far without fail never ceased to present issues. What was pragmatic was rarely on the forefront of her mind as she preferred to do what she thought was right. Smoothing out the front of her robes, she started pulling out supplies from her bag without waiting for a response. Jochebed was going to take care of the dead, whether he wanted her to or not.
