The day was unknown, as was the time and year. Everything that was once the norm was now so insignificant. Routines seemed pointless, solar and lunar cycles played no part in life. And yet routine still played a part of her life, she almost needed it. Katie, or Kate as she went by now that she was without her parents, had a bucket with hundreds and hundred of pieces of paper. Each piece of paper had a number on it. And each number represented something. They counted out the days that had been spent in captivity, as Kate put it. Her whole life had been taken from her and she was forced underground for years. Now her life was spent in an old castle in the North of England, where she worked as the only fully trained and apt medic. The World that once held a million and one offers and promises was now slaved to the beasts that had destroyed it. Although in truth, man had caused it to reach the devastation now. As was always the solution, or so it seemed by History records, War would be the answer. Bombs and fire would slay the beasts. It had not. It had caused only more deaths and devastation, and the world fell. And now, a decade after the first bombs fell, humans tried to cling to life and survival.
Katie had been slow to rise this morning, but then time played little part for her. She did not work, she did not get paid. Kate was woken up when she was needed, she was in the infirmary when someone was injured. She had no privacy and no real life. She slaved to the people, socialised and the self made drinking hall and slept. Kate tried to avoid going outside. The world was scary now. It was cold and it was dark, there was death and devastation. Looking about now, it was like the films she once used to watch. End of the world types of movies, the Zombie apocalypse style films. And yet being a medic meant that at times, going out of the castle grounds was necessary. Kate had a lot of responsibility for someone so young, and it had given her cause to grow up very quickly. But at times she just kept herself in the makeshift bed till late, facing another day was often a hardship. Kate was lucky that she did not have to share rooms with people. Her own room was off to the side of the infirmary, based in the basement kitchens of the castle. Some would call is spooky, but Kate was long since over any fear she might have had of spooks and ghouls.
Washing in a cold bucket of water with the large tub of liquid soap, Kate looked into the cracked mirror. She was looking a little white, and her hair was unkempt. Shaking her head, she reused the cold water to wash her hair through as well. Straightening herself up she walked naked across the room, and pulled open the box beside her bed. Her hair was wet and dripped over her. The cold was biting at her skin and she shivered a little, as she pulled out her clothes. A lot of it was recycled clothing that had been found, or what had belonged to now deceased women in the community, or stuff that had been made. Kate was a tall and slender woman, and often clothes hung off of her, so things were always being altered to suit her frame. Pulling on the black combat trousers, she pulled the belt through to the self made hole in the beaten leather belt. The trousers still rested on her hips and she sighed, picking them up by the belt loops then dropping them, and watching them fall back down to her hip line. Shaking her head she pulled on the black crop top and grey vest, her hair still soaking wet. Her room was still cold without the fire, but she wouldn't waist oil to burn a fire to get ready.
Some time later Kate left her room and made her way up to the dining hall. Not much would be provided for the meals. The food levels was dwindling, and the harvest was not yet ready to crop. If they did so now, the seeds would not set for the next harvest and they would have no food. But several reasons were mounting to the fact that their current living situation was not working! Katie had pulled her towel dried hair back into a high knot, and added a jacket and boots and a scarf. Luckily she had no patients at the moment and the scavange troop were not due back yet. Although there was one woman who was heavy with child, and Kate expected her to labour soon. Walking up the stone steps from the basement, Kate looked outside and she frowned. It was a frosty day, and that meant bad buisness for those who worked in farming. A mist had settled over this morning and the earth seemed frozen and grey. "Another shit morning" Grumbled a male voice, and Kate looked round to see one of the men who worked in security look out the window.
"Every morning is a shit morning" Kate replied.
"Optimistic is the nurse" He teased, and Kate just looked to him before she smiled. She passed him and walked into the smaller hall.
The great hall of Alnwick castle was used as storage for everything they found and needed. Supplies were running low now though, another reason for the added misery of the residents of Alnwick Castle. The smaller hall was used for meetings, eating and gatherings. As she walked in, the chatter hit her and Kate was shocked to see so many people still eating. Maybe everyone had a slow start this day. Walking to the front, she collected her ration pack for the day and looked inside. Looking back up, she raised an eyebrow at the matron just shrugged and Kate shook her head. Walking over to one of the benches, she sat down close to the barrel on fire and sat down, pouring out a cup of hot water from the canister on the table. She added the powdered soup to it and stirred, looking back to the pack. Porridge oats, cucumber slices, a packet of cold meat. They didn't even have enough food to provide large and fully cooked meals right now, not until the cow aged more and they would kill it. But it was pregnant once more and one more calf to rear was a bit of positive news for them all.
Picking up the cup of plain soup, she sipped from it and looked about, before she heard talking behind her. "Spotted up near the coastline, by the cliffs"
"When?" Replied a panicked voice.
"Through the night, asleep"
"Will it attack?"
"Probably... this'un's green though... a brown one was spotted yesterday, and the red the day before"
"I'll say... think they know we're here?"
"They're just beasts, dumb witted animals"
"Wouldn't say that Clint, they're smart"
"Mark my words, they'll be here"
Kate didn't really want to listen to much else, so she shoved her rations packet into her pocket and got to her feet with her tin cup of soup. She made her way, reluctantly, outside. Everyone seemed to be talking of these sightings, and it made Kate feel sick. She sighed as she walked outside and the gravel and broken stone of the castle crunched beneath her step. She kept one hand in her pocket and the other around the cup. She looked out over the stretch of fields, and down the hill slightly where the crops were grown and she sighed. The silence was eerie and creepy, and Kate didn't like it. She stopped by the old fire engine they sometimes used, and leaned against it.
Closing her eyes she sipped from the cup and listened to the still air. It was refreshing, nice change. She was always surrounded by noise and chaos. There was also no sightings of the dragons. At the announcement of the red one, Kate felt quite sick. There was something about that red dragon. It wasn't seen very often, but it caused mass devastation wherever it hit. The last time it had hit the north, over a hundred and died. It was more dangerous than the rest, and that was saying something. Kate placed her cup on the roof of the engine, before she climbed up herself. As she was afraid to come outside, she forgot just how nice it could be sometimes. As she sat down, she looked to the broken castle that was their home, and the beaten and starved lands that surrounded it. It was a sorry sight. Especially as it had once been so lush and full of life. Kate brought her cup to her mouth and drank the soup down, and looked to the light grey sky.