Exploring The Abandoned (El)

[Brianna Moore]

It had been a rather quiet evening, the air growing stale from lack of wind and the ground dry enough that even the smallest of sparks could light a fire. The houses were no different. Some were half destroyed from what had occurred here but most were still intact, though in disrepair. For some reason, there was a foreboding feeling surrounding the area as the last remaining shred of light vanished beyond the horizon.

Silently, the silhouette of a young woman slipped into the shadows of a decrepit home. She didn't want to be seen, especially at night since it was extremely dangerous to do so. Her target was a home that at least still had all the walls and a roof, even if she took a few side trips along the way. With footsteps like a thief in the night, the woman traveled along the side of the house with her back to the wall so she could keep an eye on her surroundings.

Once a pleasant neighborhood, was now a mere shadow of its former glory. Wooden fences that had once separated people's yards were now either torn down, half destroyed, or falling apart much like the houses that had accompanied them. The once lavish yards, were now nothing but a bloodstained battlefield. Just looking at this made her heart sink but nonetheless, she had to find some sort of shelter before walkers spotted her, or worse....the Hard Hats.

Making her way to the front of the house, the first thing she noticed was that the front porch looked like something had ripped half of it off. But that wasn't all. The screen door was hanging on a single hinge, ready to fall at a moment's notice. The wooden door behind the screen remained intact and was wide open invitingly. Looks like a scene from a bad horror movie... she thought before cautiously approaching the door. With one last glance over her shoulder, she walked into the house, praying to god she wouldn't come across anything she couldn't handle herself.

Tags: El
Outfit: Combat boots, classic black pants with a studded belt, blood red tank, and a black leather jacket
Muse: Michael Myers theme lol
Notes: Sorry for a suckish intro. I'm not the greatest with such things. Let me know if you need any edits and I'll gladly make them.

[El Sterling]

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[Brianna Moore]

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After taking a step into the home, she paused for a moment to look around. It was almost obvious that someone had been here not long ago or maybe that person was still here. Either way she had no quarrel with said person unless they interfered with her. The sound of something hitting the floor got her attention and her gaze quickly shifted to the source of the sound, only to stop once again but this time there was a good reason. There was a random blonde here that had a sword drawn and aimed at her throat. If Bri hadn't known better, she'd have mocked the girl for her hesitation but now was not the time. Maybe later though.

"I don't mean to be rude but could you get that blade of yours away from my throat?" Heart racing from a brush with death, she ran a hand through her hair and looked at the blonde that quite literally had gotten the drop on her. "Unless you intend to kill me and be on your way, you should go home. Who knows if the people that own this house are coming back or not." Sarcasm was never a friend for someone that wanted to survive, it was more like the best friend of someone with a death wish. In Bri's case, attitude and snide remarks just came naturally. She never intended to provoke someone who had her life in their very hands, especially if that person was a complete stranger.

With a mock yawn, the brunette would rest two fingers on the edge of the sword and try directing it to a less lethal position. Right now, her nerves were shot. Hopefully there were no more surprises but that seemed unlikely. "Anything else? If not, then I''ll just be on my way since I'd rather not intrude"

Tags: El
Words: 307
Notes: Sorry for shortness. Muse is bleh atm.

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