Post by Robert Ashkore on Feb 10, 2016 5:20:58 GMT
Robert stepped at a quick but almost silent pace his eyes on full alert as he passed by market stalls occupied by a thuggish looking crowd rather then your normal regulars who were usually pale, sick , or malnourished. As he moved past the last stall he caught a few glances from the thugs and quickened his pace not wanting to bring about unnecessary violence, he kept his right hand gripped firmly on his baseball bat strapped across his shoulder for a quick draw if the need arose.
Thankfully they chose not to follow him as he slumped by an alley littered with old cardboard and broken bottles "Who would of known that with so much of the city closed off, that people would still not take care of what little they have." he said out loud to himself looking at the mess around him. "I've been in this area for 5 days now and I have yet to do my part.." he mumbled re positioning the blue cap on his head while peering around the corner at the market stalls. "And why is everyone so quiet...For the market...It's quite odd. Almost as if people are truly giving up hope, They need inspiration." he stated wondering why he was talking out loud to himself, 'Perhaps its the lack of human interaction' he thought to himself. He pulled off his back pack and began rummaging threw its contents "3 cans of food left...If I spread these out right I will be safe from having to resort to alternative means of securing rations." he chuckled to himself .
Robert then leaned out peering into the market once more keeping alert with his pack out he couldn't risk anything.
Thankfully they chose not to follow him as he slumped by an alley littered with old cardboard and broken bottles "Who would of known that with so much of the city closed off, that people would still not take care of what little they have." he said out loud to himself looking at the mess around him. "I've been in this area for 5 days now and I have yet to do my part.." he mumbled re positioning the blue cap on his head while peering around the corner at the market stalls. "And why is everyone so quiet...For the market...It's quite odd. Almost as if people are truly giving up hope, They need inspiration." he stated wondering why he was talking out loud to himself, 'Perhaps its the lack of human interaction' he thought to himself. He pulled off his back pack and began rummaging threw its contents "3 cans of food left...If I spread these out right I will be safe from having to resort to alternative means of securing rations." he chuckled to himself .
Robert then leaned out peering into the market once more keeping alert with his pack out he couldn't risk anything.
