Snippet #2595101

Grace winced at the sudden sound of music, it wasn’t loud, in fact it was quite far away but it cut through the silence so suddenly that it might as well have been a crack of lightning. She pushed herself back farther into the crevice she was hiding in, clutching her walking stick tightly to her. Someone was here, they could be good, they could be helpful or they could be awful, horrendous people. Her unseeing eyes bore into the ground as she stared, focusing on the sound of the crackling radio music.

It wasn’t a matter of IF she wanted to join a group or find a partner but she HAD to, if she wanted to survive she had to find someone to be her eyes. There was only so much she could do by herself and in such a wild, unforgiving place the only way she was able to scrape by was either leeching off of the pity of others or, more often, offering her services as a medic which turned out were few in number these days.

She’d been part of a six man group; they were strong and took care of her as long as she kept patching them up. Things got hard though and food became scarce, they needed to cut down on their numbers and decided that the blind girl was a good choice to let go. She was lucky if she really thought about it, they could have killed her or they could have taken her pack. They were generous though and let her keep all of her things, simply leaving her here to fend for herself. She could be upset about it; it WAS a rotten thing to do after all the time she’d spent stitching and mending them but this wasn’t the first time she’d been abandoned by a group and it wouldn’t be the last. As long as she could keep finding others to take her in then she’d be fine.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sweet smell of tobacco. It made her scrunch her nose as the wind carried the faint scent across the city. There were definitely people here. She had to take the chance; if it was bandits then hopefully they’d just kill her and loot her body. So, with a deep inhale she took a step out of her save hidey hole, into the open. Her walking stick swung back and forth in front of her, clacking into stone, metal, all sorts of shrapnel as she navigated the treacherous terrain. Her destination was towards were the music had been playing only moments ago. Perhaps the owner of the radio would have need of a medic and wouldn’t mind the fact she needed a bit more help than others.