The two blondes walked in the middle of the group, sweat dappling their forehead. Both of them had jeans rolled up to just above the knee, and plaid shirts. The smaller one, walking on the right, had her plaid shirt cropped and her hand placed on her bare waist. She was the younger sister, Juniper, and was lost in thought.
The older sister, Mary, who had her hair tied into a tight bun, held a double-barreled shotgun in her hands and a backpack slung over her shoulder. Inside the shotgun were two shells- both expended, but to any raider who got funny ideas it would be a worthwile deterrent. Tucked into a pocket of her brown backpack was a half-empty flash of alcohol. The drink, of course, kept her moving. It was a weapon against the existential crisis that was stalking her sure as the undead creatures, and would almost certainly tear her apart. Right now, she could just worry about her sister, which was all that mattered to her.
Her sister and that ridiculous outfit.
"I wish you wouldn't wear your shirt like that." Mary grumbled, gesturing towards Juniper's tummy with her hand. It was unbecoming, she thought.
Juniper wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked at her sister with an exasperated look.
"Really? It's really fu--reaking hot out." The younger sister said, moving her shirt up and down to create any movement of air at all. It wasn't working.
Mary didn't look back at her sister, instead she kept her overshadowed eyes on the road ahead.
"Just because it's the apocalypse doesn't mean you should dress like that." "Oh, my God," Juniper said, smiling a little,
"You're such a fucking prude!" She exlaimed. Mary was way too much like their parents. Unbecoming this, unchristian that. Juniper would be practically be hanged for showing her ankles. Even now?
"Maybe, but I'm your older sister and you should listen to me. Plus, what if one of those things grabs you?" Mary said, still not making eye contact and instead glancing over her shoulder.
"Grabs my...belly? At that point, I think I'm already screwed." Juniper said.
"I'd've already died of exhaustion before that could ever happen." Talking about death was a mistake. Despite her joking tone, just mentioned the word reminded her of everyone she had already lost.
Mary didn't say anything for a moment.
"This group is too big to keep moving like this, Juniper. We need to find a place to stay. To fortify. Farm. It would be hard, but it would be worth it. Going on like this, people are going to start getting demoralized."Juniper scratched the hair around her high ponytail, her face scrunching up.
"I dunno, Mary. I guess." Sometimes her older sister just started going on like this. Like Juniper could do anything, or would even know what was best. Though, she did have a cursory glance at everyone's rations over the last couple of weeks, and it wasn't looking good. Eventually, their income would not match their losses. A farm would be nice. Agriculture was what seperated us from the animals, after all. But it would be so hard to set up, wouldn't it? Maybe even impossible.
Mary watched as the group came to a stop, and began discussing their next move. The eldest Wolgast figured it would be a good idea to see what was up. She motioned her head for Juniper to follow behind her, and approached the small group forming underneath the sign. Mary rested the shotgun on her shoulder. A costco might, might, might have something. It would certainly have more than the cars on the highway- all they had were hungry corpses. Scavenging was important, and if the Costco had nothing of value...well, they would just have to keep looking. In Mary's mind, they were just looking for a lucky enough break to finally find a place to stay.
"Costco sounds good." Mary said bluntly, making eye contact with Freddie Jones. Freddie was a nice guy, but Mary had purposefully tried not to get too attatched to anyone yet. She and her sister had only been in the group for about a month and half, and Mary had really only spoken casually to her sister. Juniper had tried to make friends with some people, and was standing behind her sister currently, looking at the gravel and kicking at it with her worn-out shoes. It was moments like these when the 24 year old woman felt useless. Her sister was so brave, it was ridiculous. If Juniper had been in New York when this all went down, either the military saved her, of she was one of them. The thought disgusted her, and she often had nightmares of the two of them shambling about brainlessly in the darkness. Juniper shuddered the thought away and focused on her sister, who was "conversing" with the potential scavenging party.
Mary noticed Jimmy seemed warm to the idea, as well as the woman that went by KT. Mary doubted they would get much more rest than usual, however, if any at all.
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