Nathaniel 'Creepster Hermit' Porter (techmech) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-01-01 14:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, nathaniel porter |
Who: Nate Porter
What: Creepsterness and dumpster diving
Where: The back allies of Emillion
When: December 8th
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete
It had been days since Nate had gone outside – he'd heard the shouts of 'plague', and had managed to gather up enough food to keep him alive, but that had run out the day before, and he didn't know whether it was safe or not but he needed to find more to eat.
More to eat, more to drink. Always so demanding. Let me...
Well past midnight, and the streets were deserted. Nate went out by the back window. He couldn't remember why, but he thought he remembered that using the door was a bad idea. This part of the tenements was slim pickings, so he slowly made his way along the back streets of the city, ducking into doorways and keeping his head down.
There. The Bazaar. He didn't know this area as well as the docks where he'd grown up, but something pulled him to a certain back alley, a certain refuse heap, and – yes! Apples! Nate polished the grime off the first one's skin, and bit around the rot. His stomach roared at him, the first taste of juice reminding it how empty it was.
He kept hunting. Three more apples with enough good to be worth carrying, and a good handful of limp carrots, he found. The next heap he tried yielded what must have been a full tray's worth of bread, all blackened – but the insides were edible, if tough.
Nate wrapped up his acquisitions in his jacket, and tied it into a bundle. Time to sneak back home, before the early birds started to stir. This would keep him another few days, easy.