Supply Run | OPEN| NA/DH/SC/NB/EF/ZaBe/
Eden had no idea why she even bothered going on these runs, her last minute decisions had put the group in danger before yet after a severe finger wagging, she hadn’t heard anything else about it. Regardless, she drudged out to their meeting spot, the few weapons she had with her. A knife strapped to her side, a gun for absolute emergencies. Not that she needed it, her years of kickboxing paired with the knife made her feel like a comfortable fighter.
She exhaled harshly when the threat circled the air around the group. “Yes sir…” She muttered under her breath before tying up her hair and looking around the group, wandering around the group of people, waiting to get a move on. Eden wasn’t interested in talking to too many people, she leaned against the wall and watched the group with narrowed eyes.
The idea of working with others made her skin crawl - she could be training or reading. Basically anything else as long as she could stay away from the general population. But people needed food and supplies and truth be told, she could kill someone for a few more packs of smokes. She had a theory that that was simply because everyone was asking for some of hers. Eden smirked to herself as she watched the group converse amongst themselves.
"God, the sooner we get this done the better." She sighed, inspecting her knife carefully.
God fucking damn it. Did Zane seriously have to go on this stupid suicide mission to gather some supplies? He had stashed enough food for himself to possibly last him another week or so (which was possibly one of the reasons the supplies were beginning to run so low, so quickly), so he really didn't see the need to risk his life just so other, whiny and pathetic, excuses for human beings could just lounge around and eat more than they needed. True, all Zane did was lounge around and eat more than he needed, but that's not what he thought. Zane is tall, handsome and muscular, and he needed all the food he could steal to keep up that image. To be honest, he didn't care about this "supply run." He didn't care about the strategy they had planned out, and he definitely didn't care about all the assholes that were tagging along with him. His attire for the little "mission" portrayed his attitude about the situation nearly perfectly. He didn't bother changing out of the clothes he had slept in, wearing just worn-out sweatpants and a white tank-top and tennis shoes, he really looked like he had just been dragged out of bed. And he literally had been. Whose idea was it to wake up at fucking dawn to go risk their lives in the infected cities of Manhattan? His watch had stopped working days ago so he didn't knew what time it was exactly, but it was fucking early. Goddamn, the sun wasn't even entirely up. A slightly large backpack was strapped on Zane's shoulders as he dragged his feet toward the group of survivors ready to set off onto the city streets. The backpack was almost empty, since their task was to find as many supplies and food as they could, but he did have three water bottles that he had hidden away from the other colonists. Zane got thirsty easily, and not only that, but he liked showing off his own stash of food and water in front of Kendrick. Other than his backpack, Zane's only form of protection was a medium-sized army knife that had some interesting texture and engraving on it. He had found it in the streets when he traveled to New York, and it quickly became one of his prized possessions. He didn't have a handgun like most survivors, but he truly didn't care if his knife wasn't protection enough. If he died out there, then who really cared? Hearing Kendrick immediately shouting out orders, he merely rolled his eyes and played with the knife in his hand. Oh how Kendrick annoyed him. Although seeing him gag Dimitri with a rag (God knows where that thing had been, or what things were on that rag, since they all knew what Kendrick was constantly up to at night) was rather entertaining. Zane chuckled under his breath at the sight of Dimitri being forced to keep his mouth shut. Kendrick's orders, however, made his blood boil. "Can we jus' ge' 'dis shit started? 'Da sooner we ge' outta 'ere, 'da sooner we'll be back an' I can go back ta' bed. Also, 'da sooner some o'ya' might finally die." Zane was already aggravated, that much was obvious. He had never been a morning person.
