Cracked cement worn over with fading tire marks greeted filthy once-blue boots, the only sign aside from crumbling buildings that there used to be a wealthy city here. For the most part the area was deserted, silence weaving about the abandoned town like a heavy chain-- which was almost as scary to the Al Bhed as the eerie cacophony of torn vocal chords that she had grown so used to. Now, she wasn't even sure what was here-- did they travel in packs? Migrate like birds? There were still some things that escaped the blonde entirely, having been so occupied with keeping her own life intact. Mumbling to herself-- a bad habit she had developed out of the loss of company for so long-- she eyed the streets and began to pick her way through the weeds and rubble, keeping close to the walls.
At least it wasn't raining. It could be worse, right?
When the blonde spotted what appeared to be an empty convenience store, half-starved to death and dreaming of Hostess cakes-- well, she took the chance. There was only one other thing that could guarantee your death as much as an undead corpse could and that was simply running out of food and clean water, something that the thief had been scavenging for desperately within the past week.
Bell chiming with the creaking of the unused door, she bit her lip and scanned the area-- yup, still empty. Now or never, right? It wasn't hard to figure out where to go-- following her nose, she avoided the moldy aisles of forgotten bread and soiled refrigerated options before finding her way into the canned food section, grin lighting up on her face at the available selection. Canned beans, soup, corn and whatever else that occupied the dusty shelf were quickly shoved into the girl's yellow knapsack, movements suddenly freezing at the familiar chime of the bell signaling a new entrance into the abandoned shop.
"Y'gotta be kiddin' me--"
The convenience store that the blonde had believed to be temporarily safe while looting was currently housing another customer-- of the undead variety. Resisting the urge to panic and flee, she peeked above the aisle of ransacked canned food products to watch the corpse shamble slowly toward the dairy section, hoarse moan sending chills like a jolt down her spine. Fingers clutching at the elongated dagger hanging off of her belt, she inched further at an angle from the rotten being, all the while wondering just how far she could get if she booked it for the door.
The bell would notify the zombie for sure.