The Deadland

Outside the bakery on Mercy Cross there are several bits of the attacking beasties thrown about, namely arms and legs and chest cavities and whatnot, chopped up much like you’d expect from the butcher next door. And one of the front plate glass doors is bent, tempered glass crinkling and cracked in spider-web like designs as its nearly off its last hinge. Through the blood there isn’t a trail of any footprints inward, though there is a man inside the bakery, packing loaves of bread into a large brown paper bag with a strawberry danish between his teeth. If money only mattered, he’d be into the cash register as well.

In a black long sleeve shirt, one sleeve pulled back to his elbow and a pair of dark jeans, he’s finally changed out of his white sleeved jacket to something a little more inconspicuous to rummage around the shops in. And even this inconspicuous outfit is splattered with a bit of blood.

The town square is silent.

Cornelia paces, waiting for people to show up. She thumbs the hunting knife she'd picked up from a house near where she had woken up. Should any troublemakers appear, she was prepared-- unless, of course, they appeared with a gun. The city was too big to explore alone; too dangerous to wander the streets aimlessly. So that's why she doesn't have one herself. The only reason she didn't go to pick anyone up so they didn't have to traverse alone was because that would be setting herself up for an ambush. For a similar reason she waits off to the side of the square, concealed behind a food vendor, rather than sitting in the middle.

Trusting these people could be her downfall-- so she won't trust until they've proved themselves. But they're largely children. And she thinks of her late sister because of that. Euphie wouldn't want these people to go around alone in a place where any danger could be lurking. So that's her primary motivation in doing this. It's a mixture of that and the wholehearted desire to go home, to find the answers of this place. Cornelia knows returning home could be impossible with or without help, but she isn't about to give up on that hope. So she seeks help, because her chances are higher that way.

She scans the surrounding areas, alert. If that false Zero were to appear before her, she thinks, child or not-- she would destroy him. Anger swells once again, a sort of madness and hysteria that she finds unbecoming in other people. Cornelia breathes.

[ ooc: Mingling post! Starter in prose, please don't hesitate to switch to action. Cornelia isn't going to be coming out of the shadows until there are a few people there/ someone she knows appears, so please interact among yourselves!

Speaking at the Square
At the Apartments ]