It can be dangerous...being bored

[Saoirse Dieter]

Saoirse rounded the corner onto a street full of dilipitated houses, she had let her feet led the way, something she tended to do when bored. Realising where her feet had led her she looked around, the place looked more like a slum than a street, windows broken and doors missing. Deciding to add to the chaos she walked up to an empty looking house, peeking through the windows. Yep,, this place is empty. Checking the door carefully she pushed on it, making sure it wasn;t already open. Relaxing and taking a breath, she located the lock which was barely any use in a wooden door rotting from the inside out.

"One...good...kick." And the door easily came off its hinges, walking inside she took quik stock and headed for the kitchen area. Saoirse wasn't in the house long, she was looking fro a few things as she new in this area there wasn;t much to find. If she hadn't kicked the door in, no doubt someone else would have within the next day or so. Slinging a small backpack onto her back, she looked at what is in her right hand. An apple she had salvaged, just about edible.

Slowly savouring the apple she ran her other hand through her scruffy hair, making it look even messier. Saoirse knew this area reasonably well, she had grew up not far from it, her mother, father and brother still lived in a musty old appointment with rusted plumbing. She tried to send them things she thought they needed, now and again, In to minds she was almost influenced to visit her family but turned and headed the opposite direction instead. I have a few errands to run. As she moved off she bit into the apple, securing the straps of the backpack.

[Ben Kain]

"Well fuck you too then!" Ben shouted in English before having a door slammed in his face. He'd picked another fight with that brother of his. Damn he hated when this stuff happened. It seemed as though ever since they'd moved here there had been nothing but trouble. First with his father following after the family no matter how far they ran from the bastard. And now this plague business. He hated it, it was driving him mad. His mother was drinking more and Charles seemed to be just god damn petrified all the time as if any minute zombies or something would jump through the damned window.

Rolling his eyes Ben swallowed his irritation and set out wondering the streets which used to be the slum at least. Families were dotted around in shitty apartments and small huts but in the end the majority of them were infected and scattered about if not killing each other. Ben's family were lucky to live up a few floors the complex they lived in even if the flat was tiny. Ben spotted a girl coming out of a house just across the way from him and smiled a little at her. She wasn't unattractive, obviously not rich but he doubted she was living in that place so hey might be interesting. That and he only knew a handful of people in this bloody country

"Hey!" he waved at her and paused not really knowing what to say when the perfect idea came to him and he pulled out one of his cigarettes going over to her "You've a light on ya there love?"

[Saoirse Dieter]

Throwing away the core of the apple, she had never liked them, Saoirse considered the past few days. She had went to the institute to get the injection that would hopefully help this sickness lying over the town. Though her head felt clearer and she wasn't sneezing anymore she stil hadn't slept, so instead of helping her it seemed she had gotten worse. Just then she heard someone call out, looking up in fron of her was a young man. Is he even old enough to smoke? Controlling herself, as she could feel the tension rise, not a good sign, she looked around to see if they were alone.

"Yeah I have a light." Slipping her rucksack off her shoulders she delved into one of the many posckets. Bringing out the lighter and throwing it at him, she also lifted out a bottle of water. She was alwys thirsty these days, and nothing seemed to help, no matter how much water she drank. Of course she knew it was the sickness, but she wasn't going to let on to anyone. Being sure not to seem too thirsty she licked her lips and put the bottle away, her thirst not quenched. She was still hungry also, damn illness, shifting from foot to foot she looked around again.

"What you doing ... here?" Rubbing her head, trying to abate the pain she could feel oncoming, she looked even closer at this boy. Was he infected? Did he know she was? She scratched the back of her hand, a little too hard, removing some skin. Damn! Shoving her hands into her pockets, she lifted her rucksack off the ground. She felt this uncontrollable need to keep moving, almost as if she had to be somewhere, something to do.