Niiu awoke to streams of light flowing in through cracks between crudely nailed boards over her window. Nowadays, one couldn't be too careful about where they slept or how well they were protected. In this moment of her life, she would often think about how she was merely surviving in this little town, now. It wasn't living, no, just instinctual acts to keep her blood pumping as cleanly as possible. She rubbed her eyes, scowling at herself as she felt the lengthy scar across one of her eyes, an accident from blacksmithing, but then she felt the warm red scar and sighed. Finally, the girl sat upright and grabbed the large blade from her bedside table and strapped it over her back. Her stockpile of food was dwindling, and it'd been awhile since she'd last left her residence. She needed to find more food as well as check on the state of the town.
Standing, she stretched and looped her belt over her cut off jean shorts, placing her gun x knife combination into the holsters on the side. They were shaped in an odd way, but that was because the weapon itself was rather odd. As she made her way over piles of laundry that needed washing, empty cans, full cans, etc., she grabbed a dark blue cloak from a hook on the wall. She tied the thin cord loosely at her neck, and pulled the hood over her face. She knew that if there were drifters, they might mistake her as something other than human, but to her, it was better than them seeing the scars that covered her body. She rested a hand on one of her weapons as she flung her door open, in case there was anything waiting for her. Several scents wafted into her nostrils, but besides that, there was no undead or otherwise harmful creatures in plain sight. She drew the pistol anyway, simply as a precaution. For a few minutes she didn't move and took in the new scents until she came to a conclusion.
'There's....people...here... Why?' She thought to herself nervously, not wanting to be seen by any of them. She shut the door and created a new route to her destination in her mind, and began to follow it, hiding the best she could in the shadows by abandoned or maybe occupied buildings, hoping no one heard her or saw her. She, at least, wasn't seeing them. It wasn't until she was a little ways off from the church that she began to hear the voices, but she dared not go near the building. Instead she ventured around it, at the border of trees. Of course, that made her far more nervous, but which was she truly more scared of- people inferiorating her or monsters that wanted to kill her? Well, in Niiu's poor little mind, they were equivalent. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she edgily watched both the church and the trees, fearing anything or anyone coming out of them. And so she began to run. Her shoes, which were quite torn up by now, created loud noises as they crushed the dried fallen bits from trees of the prior season. After several steps she stopped dead in her tracks; frozen in place, she looked around her, not even breathing, taking in the potential horror of her mistake.
Granted, most things didn't dwell too much at that time of day, but it was still very possible, and with the noise she'd just made, if there was anything, it was sure to have heard her. She held her pistol with both hands, careful not to catch her fingers on the blade. Slowly, she exhaled her pent up breath, having not heard anything. She began to walk again, keeping her nerves in check. She glaced at the church for half a second, and a voice welled up in her head.
"Go ahead, go inside. They'll all hate you for your scars. They'll know you were stupid. They'll know you were cursed. When they laugh, you should kill them. Shoot them or slice their throats... You know it'd be so much fun... to bathe in all of their warm blood...."
Several images of the scene flashed in her mind, and she keeled over and hurled, Standing back up straight she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, shaking her head. 'I just want them to go away. I just want the voices to stop... I hate this... Why me?' She thought, taking another moment to make sure there were no creatures following her again. Then she carried on with her mostly careful venture to the also probably abandoned by now food market. The town had gotten more desolate the longer she'd been gone in her little house.