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Who: Sasha Daria Northstar
Where: Somewhere in South Carolina
When: June 14, mid-afternoon
Invited: Open( to Willow, Shawn, Josh to be picked up)
Status: Incomplete
Sasha walked down the street, a black bag on her back, and a shoulder bag slung across her right shoulder. She was wearing dark blue, ripped up jeans, and a stained, white t-shirt. On her feet were a pair of dusty black sneakers. She walked with no real purpose, except to find more people. She stopped where she could to pick up more supplies, canned goods and medical. Also, a tool belt, and some tools, which she had in the back pack. She looked like she was in desperate need of a shower, or a hot bath. And some decent food.
Her mind wondered as she walked, flashing back to the previous days, and the last moments in the place she called home for a while.
(flashback)
She continued to walk, her heightened senses taking in everything around her, from the slightest scrape of trash on the ground, to the roar of whatever vehicles still worked. As she got closer to the rundown grocery store that she made frequent runs too, she hid behind a mail slot, and watched for a little bit, effectively casing the place, sniffing the air for any unknown scents. Upon finding none, she quietly approached the store, and wandered through it’s broken glass door. She quickly made her way to the First aid and medical supplies aisle. Then, she went for the food. She moved quickly, quietly, and was finished “shopping” within 5 minutes.
She then went home, well if you could call anyplace home these days. But, when she got back, she discovered that the two people she had been caring for had killed themselves. She had found them hanging from the rafters. Below the swinging bodies, was a hastily written note:
‘Sasha, we’re sorry to do this to you. We can’t stand another day with having nothing but our own thoughts, our own voices, our memories as company anymore. Forgive us.’
She took a moment, too compose herself, cut down, and then took the bodies out back, and buried them in shallow graves. Afterwards, she went back into the house, ate a little, and left with a the few remaining medical supplies, a small number of left over canned goods, and a backpack full of her clothes. She had no idea where she was going, or what was to come, but that was the way the cookie crumbled.
( PRESENT TIME)
She shook her head, and ran a hand though her long dark hair. Now was not the time to dwell on things she could not change, and things that could make her hurt. She needed to rest. She continued to walk down the street, looking for a shady spot too sit, and take a break for a while. When she did finally found one, it was underneath a dying tree. Taking a chance, she sat down, took off her bags, and relaxed. Slowly, her fatigue, and the sun started to get to her. Her eyes drifted closed, and she was soon asleep. Her dreams were full of hope. And cookies, lots of cookies. And milk. Mmm, cookies and milk.
Where: Somewhere in South Carolina
When: June 14, mid-afternoon
Invited: Open( to Willow, Shawn, Josh to be picked up)
Status: Incomplete
Sasha walked down the street, a black bag on her back, and a shoulder bag slung across her right shoulder. She was wearing dark blue, ripped up jeans, and a stained, white t-shirt. On her feet were a pair of dusty black sneakers. She walked with no real purpose, except to find more people. She stopped where she could to pick up more supplies, canned goods and medical. Also, a tool belt, and some tools, which she had in the back pack. She looked like she was in desperate need of a shower, or a hot bath. And some decent food.
Her mind wondered as she walked, flashing back to the previous days, and the last moments in the place she called home for a while.
(flashback)
She continued to walk, her heightened senses taking in everything around her, from the slightest scrape of trash on the ground, to the roar of whatever vehicles still worked. As she got closer to the rundown grocery store that she made frequent runs too, she hid behind a mail slot, and watched for a little bit, effectively casing the place, sniffing the air for any unknown scents. Upon finding none, she quietly approached the store, and wandered through it’s broken glass door. She quickly made her way to the First aid and medical supplies aisle. Then, she went for the food. She moved quickly, quietly, and was finished “shopping” within 5 minutes.
She then went home, well if you could call anyplace home these days. But, when she got back, she discovered that the two people she had been caring for had killed themselves. She had found them hanging from the rafters. Below the swinging bodies, was a hastily written note:
‘Sasha, we’re sorry to do this to you. We can’t stand another day with having nothing but our own thoughts, our own voices, our memories as company anymore. Forgive us.’
She took a moment, too compose herself, cut down, and then took the bodies out back, and buried them in shallow graves. Afterwards, she went back into the house, ate a little, and left with a the few remaining medical supplies, a small number of left over canned goods, and a backpack full of her clothes. She had no idea where she was going, or what was to come, but that was the way the cookie crumbled.
( PRESENT TIME)
She shook her head, and ran a hand though her long dark hair. Now was not the time to dwell on things she could not change, and things that could make her hurt. She needed to rest. She continued to walk down the street, looking for a shady spot too sit, and take a break for a while. When she did finally found one, it was underneath a dying tree. Taking a chance, she sat down, took off her bags, and relaxed. Slowly, her fatigue, and the sun started to get to her. Her eyes drifted closed, and she was soon asleep. Her dreams were full of hope. And cookies, lots of cookies. And milk. Mmm, cookies and milk.