✧ Words startle him, his fingers running across the dusty, empty shelves that provided no source of anything. He was hoping for something, anything to help in future. Maybe not him but someone else. He doesn’t hear her creep in nor does he suspect that he’s being watched. Yet, when her voice breaks the silence between them, he jumps. His hands grip whatever he can grab; which happen to be the shelves. And he turns, looking at her from up and down. She’s looks more equipped for this kind of world. Poor Siddiq barely has a knife to protect himself with; it’s growing dull. ❝ Oh good, you’re not dead. ❞ He breathes, letting go of the shelf and allowing the whole piece of furniture to stand back on its own. ❝ Sorry I just… had to try, ya know? A bit of hope can’t hurt sometimes. ❞ What he really needs is some food, maybe a bit of water. He’s running of fumes.
She’d grown better at judging people but she knew it was always wise to take precaution. Though when she noticed he didn’t equip himself with any sort of weapon she softened. Still not letting her guard down, however, she removed her finger from the trigger. Allowing the firearm to fall near her side. Alicia looked down at herself and shrugged, “Not since the last time I checked.” It was more of a tease than she intended. Though her lips didn’t crack a smile. Instead she continued to study him. Watching for any sudden movement or tell signs. “I know the feeling. I was doing the same thing but I haven’t had much luck the last few miles.” She let out a long breath as she gestured as if to simulate the street. As hard as she tried, it was difficult for her not to feel stiff. Spotting another person had become a rare occurrence nowadays. Ones that were still kicking so to speak. “Is it just you? No group or anything?”
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