O' Wary Wayward Soul

[Izzy McGraw]

In another life, in another time, she might've thought rummaging through decades old debris was the lowest low she could've ever come to. As it was, the only thought going through her head was frustration at finding nothing. It had been a long shot, truthfully. The airport was a well-picked husk by this point. Desperation, however, could prove very persuasive. She was at least willing to try.

"Shit." It came out in a soft hiss. Hours of excavating and searching had accumulated to nothing more than rotten magazines and stale candy previous scavengers hadn't deemed worthy of taking. She needed a break; and if the sound coming from her stomach was any indication, she needed food too. Tossing aside an old magazine that separated messily on the floor, she slumped behind the counter and pulled her backpack around.

She didn't have much, but her stomach wasn't exactly giving her an option. As she ate, she observed her surroundings. The only things left were the outdated papers and disgusting bagged treats. She'd already tried one, and the result remained in one of the trash bins nearby. She'd been lucky in finding a few beverages that she'd stuffed away, but whether or not they were still good was yet to be seen.

All that left was the number of books in the corner. Quite a few were missing, but a good amount remained. They had no use for someone who couldn't read, but maybe they would have value for someone who could. She leaned her head back against the desk while contemplating the possibility.

Then there was a noise.

Immediately her body tensed and she froze. It could've been nothing. A gust of wind rattling something farther down the remainder of the hall.
But what if it wasn't?
She hadn't survived so long to take that sort of chance.

With a painful but quiet slowness, she shifted to get back to her feet but remain behind the desk. Staying crouched, she pulled out her mother's hunting knife from her pack and crept towards the sides. With learn cautiousness, she just barely peeked around the side to see if it had been nothing after all.

[Ross Trystan]

"Ooooh you've got to be kidding me." He grumbled as he continued further into the airport's ruins. It was just his luck that the squirrel he'd been hunting had fled towards this abysmal place. Like an idiot her gone after it too. Stupid, stupid, stupid. he thought as his eyes scanned the place. Wouldn't it have been easier to have just gone after a different squirrel? Clearly that made too much sense for him to actually follow along with.

The further he went into the airport, the more it gave him the chills. What had his mother told him about this place? Apparently lots of humans used to frequent the spot. Now it was unnervingly empty. Although he wasn't sure if he would've liked finding a ton of people inside either. Most mass groups tended to be raiders. He would like to keep on living for just a bit longer, thank you.

There was however the eerie feeling in his gut that someone was watching, and it wasn't his furry little friend. He kept walking but went warily with paranoia at his heels. That and one of his throwing knives cocked back and ready to throw. It paid to be prepared. Although he still wasn't expecting a blonde head to peek out from around a desk. "AAAHH!" While he shrieked, he threwthe knife at the sudden intruder purely on instinct. He absolutely hated being scared.

[Izzy McGraw]

Objectively his reaction made sense. In his shoes she would've done the same thing when startled. Being on the receiving end of a thrown knife, however, could make her a little biased. She jerked her head out of the way just in time. Going out like that would have been a disgrace in comparison to how her mother did.

"Are you crazy?!" She hissed, poking her head out again. This time she would be ready if he tried anything again. He was alone. A quick glance around didn't reveal anyone else. Judging by the way he acted and screeched, he wasn't a vampire. There was a certainty in her gut about this; not to mention she noticed a lack of intimidation or superiority about him. Vampires were at the top of the food chain and they knew it. That sort of knowledge tended to give one a distinct aura and way of carrying oneself. He lacked any of it.

Still it was with caution that she got up to put herself in full view. There was a very distinct chance he could be a raider, even if he looked nothing like one. "What are you doing in here?"