Post by Orion Adair on Nov 5, 2015 15:33:45 GMT
Orion hadn’t been here longer than a month at most and already he was running errands. He was given something of a shopping list by his sister and couldn’t help but find the market something of an oddity. When you’re used to simply taking what you wanted, the idea of trading for it was something of a bizarre theory. So Orion found himself in the desert market with only the vaguest idea as to what was the best way to go about this.
He tugged on the edge of his hood with a cloth covered hand, the only skin exposed to the harsh sun being his face, and even then it was shaded. The only things he had with him being his ruck sack with the things they could live without and the constant fixture of the crossbow hanging from a strap on his other arm and knocking a gentle reminder against his back when he walked. Even in what could be called civilization he wasn’t completely comfortable and trusted the uninfected less than those with their minds fully intact.
A woman Orion would have looked at as easy pickings before they got here gave him an annoyed frown when she had to circle around him to get to one of the set ups. He couldn’t really call it a stand, as this particular one was more of a quickly pitched tarp for shade and a few more to set some goods down on something other than the ground. Scavenged goods. The hint of rust at the corners of tools and the faded newness of the colors was something he was extremely familiar with.
He carried on past that one. The idea of paying for something he got freely all his life irked him. Besides, most of what his sister wanted didn’t seem to be set up around here. She wanted honest to god fresh foods. Everything he was seeing was either non-edible or else it should be. Some of the old canned stuff and the non-perishables really weren’t fit for human stomachs. He’d eat them, sure, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how bad they were.
A little further and around a sort of bend, he came across stands of actual use. Greens, some fruits and hell there was even some meat that wasn’t lizards and rodents. Only one true problem now. How exactly did he pick out what constituted as good and needed when his only instruction was: fresh. Orion frowned down at the greens only half sure what each was even called.
He tugged on the edge of his hood with a cloth covered hand, the only skin exposed to the harsh sun being his face, and even then it was shaded. The only things he had with him being his ruck sack with the things they could live without and the constant fixture of the crossbow hanging from a strap on his other arm and knocking a gentle reminder against his back when he walked. Even in what could be called civilization he wasn’t completely comfortable and trusted the uninfected less than those with their minds fully intact.
A woman Orion would have looked at as easy pickings before they got here gave him an annoyed frown when she had to circle around him to get to one of the set ups. He couldn’t really call it a stand, as this particular one was more of a quickly pitched tarp for shade and a few more to set some goods down on something other than the ground. Scavenged goods. The hint of rust at the corners of tools and the faded newness of the colors was something he was extremely familiar with.
He carried on past that one. The idea of paying for something he got freely all his life irked him. Besides, most of what his sister wanted didn’t seem to be set up around here. She wanted honest to god fresh foods. Everything he was seeing was either non-edible or else it should be. Some of the old canned stuff and the non-perishables really weren’t fit for human stomachs. He’d eat them, sure, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how bad they were.
A little further and around a sort of bend, he came across stands of actual use. Greens, some fruits and hell there was even some meat that wasn’t lizards and rodents. Only one true problem now. How exactly did he pick out what constituted as good and needed when his only instruction was: fresh. Orion frowned down at the greens only half sure what each was even called.