Minamitsu Murasa (村紗水蜜) (
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carracosta2014-02-12 06:37 pm
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beez in the trap
[time is ruthless when unchecked, gnawing at sore ankles and palms tough as leather, drawing blood that draws walkers in turn. Murasa stopped keeping track after the day she watched her group get torn apart amidst gunfire and screams. only day and night exist now, monday and tuesday and everything after that gone. all gone, just like the world and society and everything she misses and wishes she could forget about.
finding Madoka shocked her out of her numb stupor (and in a sense, brought her back from the dead). they're not alone anymore- alone, in this world of death even after death, but not on their own. they've had too many close calls but somehow, by some random miracle, they're alive and unharmed.
they can't stay in one place too long. the walkers might move slower than the living, but they still move nonetheless. they made it out of the city and out into the countryside where they're less likely to be ambushed by a mob around any corner. there's a farmhouse visible just about half a mile away. the barn beside it could provide extra cover until they rest and gather more supplies as well.
or it could hold a crowd of walkers inside.
Murasa glances at Madoka. they've been walking for hours in the blistering sun and their water supply is nearly depleted. talking would only dry their throats so they haven't exchanged any words for a while now.]
finding Madoka shocked her out of her numb stupor (and in a sense, brought her back from the dead). they're not alone anymore- alone, in this world of death even after death, but not on their own. they've had too many close calls but somehow, by some random miracle, they're alive and unharmed.
they can't stay in one place too long. the walkers might move slower than the living, but they still move nonetheless. they made it out of the city and out into the countryside where they're less likely to be ambushed by a mob around any corner. there's a farmhouse visible just about half a mile away. the barn beside it could provide extra cover until they rest and gather more supplies as well.
or it could hold a crowd of walkers inside.
Murasa glances at Madoka. they've been walking for hours in the blistering sun and their water supply is nearly depleted. talking would only dry their throats so they haven't exchanged any words for a while now.]
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[a loooong while something something weeks or months?!]
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I don't imagine so.
How difficult would you like the penalty to be?
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[whiiich should've been obvious already but.]
I don't have much else to lose.
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... I'll go easy on you, then.
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I'm not the greatest cook around, but I'll try.
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[ speaking of, scrounging up a tin of peaches. like magic. ]
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[canned corn o wait this isn't Exitvoid]
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[ food from before the outbreak, from when food was plenty. ]
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[well now she's just getting hungry. thanks meduk!!]
My dad made the best fish curry, too.
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Pizzas were such a long time ago...
Ah, I don't think I've ever had fish curry, though. It was always chicken or beef.
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[ but it's a lot more hopeful than 'if'. she closes her eyes briefly. ]
Do you know how to fish? If we ever find a river, or even walk far enough to the sea...
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it probably did. people were practically climbing over each other to catch flights out of the country.]
What do you think the rest of the world's doing? We could get a boat, sail to Europe. I've always wanted to visit Europe. [that'll never happen. it's a nice fantasy, though.]
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[ it wouldn't happen, and they both know it. but it wasn't humoring Murasa if it was also humoring herself. walkers couldn't swim. it was a nice idea, a nice dream. ]
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[they're probably pretty far away from the house at this point. are they????]