Tayne Peregrine (hunterperegrine) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-03-23 21:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | # solo, 2015-08-30, tayne |
Doing What's Right
Who: Tayne
Where: The grocery store of d00m
When: Late morning
It had been a harrowing trip to the grocery store where he and the others had been attacked-- not because there were monsters. No, he could have handled monsters. It was harrowing because it had rained on him. Tayne had immediately descended into panic and fled into the nearest building, which was a thankfully abandoned house. He'd had to break down the door to get in, but he'd done it. Fucking rain.
At least he'd been able to ransack the house for a few useful things, like another flashlight, a dozen or so candles and matches to go with it, vegetable oil and butter that hadn't turned into go yet, half a dozen bags of varied nuts, a jar of sourdough starter, and yeast. Thank god for the few people who still made their own bread. All of that went into the motorcycle saddlebags he had slung over his shoulder, which were otherwise empty but for a map and a pen, to bring back with him. This was as much a scavenging mission as it was a trip to retrieve his axe and see to the girl, after all.
The rain stopped as suddenly as it began, and after Tayne felt dry enough to go outside again, he went back on course. It didn't take as long today to get where he needed to go, but then, he half-ran for most of it, ducking around cars and skirting open spaces where he might be seen.
When he reached the grocery store, it was deserted. The scent of decay was strong, but there were no other scents, no other sounds. Whoever had shot at them was gone, as were their pet monsters, or whatever they were. Unfortunately, so was pretty much everything in the store. Half-certain the rival survivors would return, Tayne reluctantly saw to necessities first, before he handled the part that weighed on him the most. He managed to salvage a jumbo-sized bag of flour, slightly smaller bags of sugar, salt, and brown sugar, and a couple boxes of cereal. It wasn't much, but every little bit helped. He bagged them up using leftover grocery bags, and then went to do what he'd come to do.
His axe was still there-- as was his spare hotel key. He collected those, slinging his axe over his other shoulder and his key into the saddlebags. Then he looked up at the poor girl, nothing much more now than a few strings of flesh and a skeleton. The message written in her skin was gone, but the overall message of her death remained.
Not for much longer. All it took was a single swing of his axe, and she was down. All it took was a little bit of oil from the saddlebags and a match to give her what little burial he could provide. At least no more insects would feed on her. Tayne said a brief prayer over her, then he stalked out to start his survey of the area.
If he ran into whoever did that to someone, they'd be shortly lacking a throat.