Sienna smiled at him. For all she was dangerous, adept at protecting herself and her companion on their travels, and her talents had been described by several lawmen to rival that of master thieves, Sienna’s wants were simple. She never dreamed of laying hands on gems or gold, anything of money value, that was not her own.
Nadia couldn’t see what Sienna did, and shot her a confused look as Sienna stared at the boy’s scar, speechless. ‘If you want her to let go,’ Sienna pulled herself together and instructed roughly, ‘you have to promise you won’t scream, and you won’t run.’
The boy breathed hard through his nose, frightened, frozen in Nadia’s grip. He made no form of response.
‘Well?’ Sienna demanded, eyes unwillingly drawn back to his neck every few moments.
He gave the barest of nods, the only movement he could manage, ravaged throat pulled taut.
Sienna took the lead, Nadia just behind, looking around at everything her torch lit up. It was rather plain and bare, but this hallway was better tended than the storeroom they’d broken into. Despite the hallway’s general sparseness, occasionally there was something very out of place shoved against the wall. Statues mostly, great white and black things shining like glass, faces smooth and blank eyes contemplating the passing pair until they moved beyond their fixed gazes.
Suppose many others will be able to keep up properly blogging while in the midst of NaNoWriMo, but I can’t even properly read a book and continue writing my own in the same time period. Hence, I’m probably going to be lazy on my dear doll thermometer for a while. Also, was packing this evening – heading to Melbourne for a week with sister Erin. So that venture required time that would otherwise have been spent either novelling or blogging.
So, as an alternative to thinking, was browsing some of my works in progress that I could post. Came across my zombie stories. It’s my intention to at some point write a novel made up of three zombie stories set in different locations and at different points in time after the “apocalypse” itself has passed. I have the concept down pat for two of them, and had begun to write one in idle moments. Nothing to hugely indicate the eventual zombie nature of the story, but this beginning does introduce the three main characters, and indicate something is not quite ordinary about one of them. I think I shall release this over four posts, or so.
I like solid plans. This should see me through the first half of Melbourne without needing to think any more. I’ll have to stop being lazy for a moment once it’s all up – either write a bit more, scrounge for something else, or hopefully I’ll have been struck by some profound thought, or seen something inspirational to record. We shall see what pans out.
This title isn’t what the story will be called, by the way. Just thought of something quick that would serve the opening well. Maybe it’ll be a chapter title, or something. Now, onward we go with Strangers, Storms, and Scars.
‘Shh, for God’s sake,’ Sienna scolded as she dropped to the floor behind Nadia, but unable to help giggling herself. That crash had been an accident. Hopefully they were sneaking in high enough and the thunder was loud enough that the kerfuffle of the upturned boxes would go unnoticed, along with their uncontrollable laughter. ‘We’ll be sleeping out in the storm if you don’t shut up right now!’