sylleth
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Avery was returning to her camp with a dead rabbit in her hands. She was worn out, dirty, exhausted. Muscles she didn’t even knew she had were aching as if she had been putting her body through continuous strain. The heat of the sun did seldom to help, making the long sleeves of her now off-coloured shirt stick uncomfortably to her arms. It was already late August and she yearned for the cool winter winds to come already.
More than anything she wanted to relax. To sleep without twitching and tensing at any little noise. To be able to sit down and let herself unwind without constantly keeping her eyes on the line of trees or ears strained for any sign of shuffling or moaning. Avery missed her house. She missed her large hats and freezer that dispensed ice cubes at the push of a button. She missed the softness of her mattress, the safety of her bedroom walls...she missed her father most of all.
Avery let out a quiet sigh, focusing again on where she stepped foot. There was no use in reminiscing. It only brought on pain. And she had a long evening ahead, still. She had to prepare the rabbit, cook, tidy up, set up her safety parameters so she could pretend to rest. And reminiscing would accomplish none of those things.
As she neared her small camp she froze suddenly, eyes straining to see a combination of colours that didn’t belong to her tent or the trees surrounding it. Her heartbeat launched into her throat almost immediately. She stooped lower, footsteps now silent and steady as she circled around to get a better view of what was intruding into her camp.
Not one of the undead. His movements were too calculated. And when she finally got a look at his face: Avery quickly realised he was too human to be one of those monsters. The man was tall and broad shouldered, his outfit of choice making him look mad, bad, and dangerous to know. Withdrawing her hunters knife she crept closer. Though Avery didn’t know how to fight properly; she certainly knew where to stab and twist if the man gave her trouble.
“Can I help you?” She asked softly as she neared, almost not recognising the sound of her own voice.
How long had it been since she spoke to another human being?
More than anything she wanted to relax. To sleep without twitching and tensing at any little noise. To be able to sit down and let herself unwind without constantly keeping her eyes on the line of trees or ears strained for any sign of shuffling or moaning. Avery missed her house. She missed her large hats and freezer that dispensed ice cubes at the push of a button. She missed the softness of her mattress, the safety of her bedroom walls...she missed her father most of all.
Avery let out a quiet sigh, focusing again on where she stepped foot. There was no use in reminiscing. It only brought on pain. And she had a long evening ahead, still. She had to prepare the rabbit, cook, tidy up, set up her safety parameters so she could pretend to rest. And reminiscing would accomplish none of those things.
As she neared her small camp she froze suddenly, eyes straining to see a combination of colours that didn’t belong to her tent or the trees surrounding it. Her heartbeat launched into her throat almost immediately. She stooped lower, footsteps now silent and steady as she circled around to get a better view of what was intruding into her camp.
Not one of the undead. His movements were too calculated. And when she finally got a look at his face: Avery quickly realised he was too human to be one of those monsters. The man was tall and broad shouldered, his outfit of choice making him look mad, bad, and dangerous to know. Withdrawing her hunters knife she crept closer. Though Avery didn’t know how to fight properly; she certainly knew where to stab and twist if the man gave her trouble.
“Can I help you?” She asked softly as she neared, almost not recognising the sound of her own voice.
How long had it been since she spoke to another human being?
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