Delilah hummed softly to herself as she rocked back and forth slightly on the balls of her feet. She was perched in a birdlike stance with her knees at her chest in the corner of one of the two makeshift bedrooms, her worn mattress shoved against the wall next to her, and a few sparse belongings piled up beside it, her gas mask and spare clothes among them. 

Her music player was carefully placed beside her, with a pair of well-used and repaired earbuds placed in her ears as she blocked out the rest of the world, listening to her music. Her 'friends' in the group of scavengers still had no idea what she listened to, and she kind of liked that sort of mystery.