Cauldershore:
Since first arriving with the Caravan, Cauldershore had always been intrigued by people's stories of survival, his own being rather uneventful. "See there, some say they've had nothing but bad run-ins with worse folk. But you're telling me that most people out there have been kind to you? Tell me, with supplies finite, such as they are, were people rather willing to share what little they had with you?"
"Well, I'm not sure I ever quite said that. Just that it was back when I left Reno." The scrawny brunette offered in a playful retort, flashing him a slight smirk as between the fold of the ragged dress shirt she was hanging up on the line. She took a silent moment to consider her explanation, as she shuffled on her toes to work on the next wet article draped on the shoulders of her sweatshirt.
"Mind you, this was early in our new phase of contemporary life, just a couple of weeks after the major outbreaks, and maybe a week after the overtaking of Reno. There were still a number of people who were cautiously optimistic about their chances. Power was still available, and the famine hadn't really been realized yet"
"I happened upon a group of them...." She explained, as she furthered into a task, pausing a moment as a distracted, somewhat sarcastic smirk arose on her features, one that seemed not to be aimed at the curious Brit, so much as to herself.
"...Well, I suppose it's more like they came upon me. I was holding out in an abandoned rest stop motel off the interstate, when they came in from a break from the road. A sorry sight I must had made. Just a fifteen year old girl, scared out of her mind, half-starved, wearing dirty clothes, and desperately threatening them off with a broken broomstick. Maybe that's why they pitied me as much as they did." A half-muffled soft chuckle escaped her lips, resonating with a bit of reservation over her disclosure, finally peaking down a moment at Cauldershore.
"They shared their food with me, talked to me, even offered me a place in their vehicle. I was always told not to take rides from strangers, but I think I was just too weak to reject such a kindness at this time. They took me as far as they could. I was very fortunate, even by those early standards."
Her story was interrupted by the rather distracting sight and sound of a number of people making for the exits. The bulk of which were the able-bodied men, both young and matured, adorned in their roughest gear, much of which they wouldn't bother for just another lazy day in the Compound. Most of them carried their firearms in sight, if they had any, or their hand-to-hand weapon of choice fitted on their bodies or packs. It would had been enough to be concerned, especially for a day that began with a bit of excitement, but there was no real sense of emergency in the way they carried themselves. To the accustomed, it appeared like they were gearing up for another scavenging run. Nevada watched them quietly as they passed by in loose groups, chatting amongst themselves in the distance, while she continued her work setting up the lines quietly. Her features seemed a bit distracted with a private thought as they passed, though she managed a small polite smile at those who were leaving, as well as for her laundry companion.
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