Snippet #2549209

Another day, another myriad of depression sources. The soft sigh that escaped Laura's lips immediately turned to a soft white mist. The empty, trash-covered floors over the supermarket she had been residing in remained unchanged. The same decayed and moldy cardboard containers, the same empty soda cans and the same decaying, insect-riddled corpses. Laura stepped over one now, cringing inwardly as her heel clips a limp arm. She had never been squeamish, though something about the soft thud of the bodies limp arm hitting the ground caused her to shiver.

She had already scoured this superstore, most of it having already been looted before she had even arrived in this city. Her eyes trail over the stores around her, eventually settling on a small food-market. After checking her rapiers where still in position on her hip and back, she stepped through the long since broken down opening gates, bumping it open with her knee as she moves down the isles. She pulls up the front of her jacket, protecting her nose and mouth from the stench of decaying food.

Meandering around the corridors produced only a few cans of beans and some rotten corn. Not the best I've done... She packs the food away beside her rags and gear in her backpack before slinging it back over her shoulder. With another white sigh she adjusted her jacket, cracking her neck as she meanders into a clothing store, finding only a knee-length pink skirt, a baseball cap and a hoodie. She raises an eyebrow at the skirt, sighing before tossing it aside. She stuffs the jacket into her backpack beside the cap. She quickly moved from the clothing store to a nearby gun store. After spending a few minutes trying to get open a safe in the back room, she gives up, settling for an empty Colt Pistol and six shotgun shells.

Satisfied that she had enough to last her the night, she moves to the superstores upper levels, returning to her sanctuary in the rooftop gardens. She had been up here for the whole week. Her position offering her a perfect view over the decimated landscape and car park surrounding the store, whilst also having some overgrown flowers and grass so that it was not abhorrently depressing. She drops onto the towel that had been her bed, setting her backpack aside as she unholsters her two rapiers. A smile tugs her lips as she gently runs a finger over the length of their blades, removing the small black sharpening rock from her backpack's front pocket. She slowly begins sliding along the blades length, the sharp sound of a sharpening blade calming her as she hones their edge.

Thinking back to the previous years she sighs. She had only had to kill a real person once, and his face still haunted her dreams. Dreaming and sleeping used to be the one leisure in a destroyed world, and now even that had been taken from her. Tomorrow she would venture to the city center. Maybe there, she could find another survivors. For now though, she simply lay back. Both swords clutched to her chest as she collapses into the blackness of unconsciousness. Continuing her search for peace, and for another night she failed to find it.