Who's hunting who? (Daryl and Nichole)
Nov 3, 2013 19:16:07 GMT -5
Post by Nichole on Nov 3, 2013 19:16:07 GMT -5
Day 14
Nichole didn't like traveling too far from her small safe haven. The shopping mart had only been cleared out a week or so ago and already it was more of a home than anywhere else had been. On the road, you didn't have much to survive on. Having someplace to live, though, meant that you could build up your stores and go from there. It meant safety and some sense of belonging.
But this was a necessary trip. Hunting always was. She needed food. It was just herself to feed, but that was enough. She had to eat. And the best food out here was freshly hunted. Although most things in the store would hold up for quite some time, anything fresh was already rotting away and most of the canned goods had been looted. So freshly killed would be best.
Holding up her bow and notching the arrow, Nichole took a good look around for any sign of anything, be it deer, rabbit, squirrel. Anything would be good to have. She had an idea of making a stew, but that meant she had to find something small enough to carry back, because no way could she haul back a full sized deer.
The forest was beginning to thin out as she approached the highway again, and Nichole didn't like to think that she missed her opportunity. It would be dark soon and she didn't want to have to pull out a flashlight. So her eyes scanned everything, hoping to catch sight of any type of movement. Even a random walker wouldn't go amiss, just to be out of the stillness.
Nichole didn't like traveling too far from her small safe haven. The shopping mart had only been cleared out a week or so ago and already it was more of a home than anywhere else had been. On the road, you didn't have much to survive on. Having someplace to live, though, meant that you could build up your stores and go from there. It meant safety and some sense of belonging.
But this was a necessary trip. Hunting always was. She needed food. It was just herself to feed, but that was enough. She had to eat. And the best food out here was freshly hunted. Although most things in the store would hold up for quite some time, anything fresh was already rotting away and most of the canned goods had been looted. So freshly killed would be best.
Holding up her bow and notching the arrow, Nichole took a good look around for any sign of anything, be it deer, rabbit, squirrel. Anything would be good to have. She had an idea of making a stew, but that meant she had to find something small enough to carry back, because no way could she haul back a full sized deer.
The forest was beginning to thin out as she approached the highway again, and Nichole didn't like to think that she missed her opportunity. It would be dark soon and she didn't want to have to pull out a flashlight. So her eyes scanned everything, hoping to catch sight of any type of movement. Even a random walker wouldn't go amiss, just to be out of the stillness.
