Post by Ashe Kandor on Dec 19, 2012 2:34:51 GMT -6
Ashe stalked through the streets of Chicago, keeping her back to the buildings, sweeping her gaze around, and trying very hard not to reveal the fact that she had no idea where they were supposed to be going. They had made it to the area that she’d deduced was the location of Stella’s Freedom, but “north of the river and South of the Hancock” weren’t exactly the most helpful search parameters. And the longer they were out here, the more likely it was that they’d get jumped by an Infected. Or three.
She hissed wordlessly and redoubled her efforts to scour the surroundings for something that could point them in the right direction. Bullet casings, candy wrappers, a used condom, for God’s sake—anything that was a sign of human life.
For once, the universe was on her side. As she peered around an apartment building, she caught sight of a light barricade made up of sand-filled garbage cans about a block away. Two figures stood behind the barricade; something in their stances suggested that they were armed, though she couldn’t see exactly with what. That didn’t matter, though, not as much as the fact that they were real live people. Ashe checked once behind her to make sure everyone was still together and then slowly stepped out from behind the building.
Her first attempt at a greeting was a croak. The tension had wreaked havoc on her vocal cords, apparently. She cleared her throat, and her second try produced a solid “Hey.”
She had their attention, as well as that of their gun barrels. Assault rifles. That answers that question. Ashe held up her hands, keeping her palms level with her ears. “We’re not here to hurt you, just want to talk. We’re looking for Stella’s Freedom. Can you help?”
((OOC: P.S. This isn't the big barricade on North Michigan Avenue, in case anyone was confused. It's a smaller one on the edge of Stella's Freedom's turf.))