"Um...hello," she said softly, but when she realized how weak she sounded, she cleared her throat and spoke again. "Hello," she said with more strength, "My name is Amunet Kilora. I have been traveling for a while, and when I saw that some people still lived here, I wanted to see if you had some place for me to stay..." She paused, but when no answer came, she continued, "I wouldn't stay for free, of course. I would work, help out, but I thought it would be nice to see another living face."
Amunet pulled back to wait for any response. She hoped she didn't sound desperate. If worse came to worst, she would just find somewhere else, but the moment she said it, she realized she truly did want to see another living face. It was tiring to wander through desolate and empty streets.
Glancing around, Amunet saw a stranger down the street. She continued to face towards the gate but discreetly looked him over. It was a boy. From what she could tell, he was wearing jeans, a shirt, and a backpack. It also appeared as if he was looking at her, but he was far enough away that she couldn't truly tell. Before the disease, she would have been suspicious, but now,...well...she just didn't feel in danger in any way. All the same, she wondered who he was.