WHO: Caitie and Rory WHAT: Being found out! WHERE: The abandoned cell blocks. WHEN: June 26th, 2019, evening RATING: Probably low, maybe medium for language? STATUS: In progress.
Hiding for the past two months had been a bit of a challenge, but somehow, Caitie had managed to make it work. She had a nice little setup here; it looked almost like an actual bedroom, save for the fact that she had a cot instead of a bed. But she had a whole bunch of things necessary for survival, running off one of those solar powered generators that she'd set up next to the window in an unobvious spot.
If she kept a low profile, she could probably go unnoticed for a long, long time.
Last night's trip out into the compound had been sort of luck-pushing. Dark was getting later and later, and that meant that she had to wait longer and longer before she went out to look for things. But, her supply of food was running sort of low, and after her last sojourn into Ossining and the resulting encounter with a runner and a waker had resulted in her favorite pair of jeans ripping, she really had no choice. So, at about ten at night, she'd slipped out of the old cell block and grabbed what she needed. A few outfits from some couple's apartment, and a couple more from that seamstress' shop, followed by a quick raid to the kitchen area, and Caitie was well stocked for the next couple of weeks or so. At least until tomorrow when she snuck out for her shower.
It did sort of suck, living on her own like this without any human contact. But she didn't know any of these people, and it wasn't like she could just leave. Everett and Christina would eventually figure this place out, and they'd come here. Then she could come out of hiding.
Still, she was bored.
Which was why, while logic should have told her to stay hidden when she could hear movement outside of her room, she didn't listen. No, she didn't want to be caught, she'd rather be caught than have someone discover her store of loot. So, she stepped it out to check it out.