Who: Bea & Wren What: Looting. The second try. When: September 9, 2019; Morning Where: Ossining Rating: Medium because of Bea’s mouth
Already this trip had been more of a success than their last attempt. They had managed to make it out of the prison grounds without Wren being called off to medical to take care of some poor souls injuries. Bea could only hope that they wouldn’t be tracked down in Ossining because she was needed again. After all, there were other doctor’s and medical types on the premises
But then, Bea thought Wren was right and most people would still be muddling through the after effects of their hangovers from the day before, so the infirmary should be pretty quiet.
Brandon’s Leaper injury did make her a little more wary of going into Ossining than usual, but it hadn’t been enough to keep her from offering to take Wren. It only made her that much more aware of her surroundings. She could guess that the doctor would be on her toes too.
Meeting up with zombies on a looting trip was a risk that everyone took, most people just had to hope that it didn’t happen to them. Bea would take any action necessary to make sure it didn’t happen to she and Wren; she’d been lucky so far.
It was less than a mile into the city center from the prison, but Bea didn’t usually like making the run on foot unless she was by herself. It had taken a couple promises to the guys in the garage in order to get permission to use one of the small pickup trucks though. One promise being that she would bring the truck back fueled up. Which meant at some point, after they had found a pair of boots for Wren, Bea would need to go on a fuel search. Probably in one of the residential neighborhoods.
She was a lot less familiar with the residential portions of Ossining, but if luck was with her she’d be able to find a forgotten car that still had a full tank. Siphoning it was going to be a pain, but at least she had most of what she’d need to do that stashed away in the truck bed.
Or she would really luck out and find one of those tanks people kept around to keep gas for their lawnmowers. But she wasn’t counting on that.
Pulling the truck up alongside the curb, Bea cut the engine and silently prayed that the noise hadn’t caught the attention of any roaming zombies. She had parked centrally enough that they would be able to reach most of the shops on foot; the less the truck was moved the better.
“Ready for this?” Bea asked and threw Wren a smile, the familiar buzz of adrenaline just under her skin. “The shop across the way is where I found my pair, so we’ll start there. A couple other shops on this street having shoes too, so if we don’t find anything in shop number one we’ll move on.” She waited only long enough to get an affirmative response from the doctor before she popped her door open and hit the street.