[Myling]

[ LOCATION: THE MOTEL; HOLLOW AVENUE → THE FOODSTOCK; PENN STREET ]

Prairie Holmes

- 19 y/o, she/her.

Helmet? Check. Bullet proof vest? Check. Hockey stick weaponized with expired candy corn? Check. Bullet proof vest to go on top of the bullet proof vest? Check. Prairie's mind checked off the list as she got ready.... for... she couldn't even think about it, it was so horrible. Check. Check. Check. Then, after gathering her supplies from the closets, maaaayybbee stealing a bit from The Shopkeeper's stand, and searching the entire motel for treasures that may help her on her treacherous journey, she shoved it all into a backpack. 'Bit small if you ask me.' Prairie thought, narrowing her eyes. It would have to do. She picked herself up from her room where she was packing, and went downstairs. It suddenly occurred to her how bad of an idea this was. And as she stared outside, stood by the doorway, the rucksack on her shoulders weighed her down, inviting her to go back inside the warm, cozy motel. Her mind screeched, begged, cried for her to turn back, to be rational and hide. But she needed that food. She was HUNGY. Prairie wavered. Stomachy would be so upset if she didn't eat anything, she reminded herself with a gulp. Prairie took a deep, deep breath. And took a step outside.

The immediate shock it gave her send shivers down her spine. Like seriously! Why is it so cold? But when her nerves cooled down with the chilly temperature, she realized the cold felt...... calm? But there was no snow. BUT THEN WHY WAS IT SO COLD? Snow was so crunchy n soft! So crunchy and soft, she could write a song about it! 'Uhhhh. When... snowflake..... When its snowflaking and the sky is..... losing...... hue? And..... increasing in brightness..... the.... motel lights.... uh....reflect off the streets.... and... i'm singing this jazz..... while..... in the streets.... where the motel lights reflect.... ok. Ok so not a song writer nice to know' But maybe in one universe she wrote an absolute banger that played in the streets somehow (by an unknown force she had a deity listening to her beats let her dream ok??). She trekked through desolate streets, footsteps echoing beneath her sandals and backpack rustling behind her. Her thoughts were elsewhere though, wondering how she could stand out somehow, without being in direct attention. Only when she passed West Canine Lane did Prairie's thoughts snap. The faraway barking was the only sound that broke the silence. She shivered, and hurried onwards, knowing something far, far worse was nearing itself ahead....


And before she could stop herself, she was opening the door, and stepping into the foodstock, where her fate lied in the hands of the horrifying, petrifying TERRIFYING.....


SOCIALIZING!


She had her bulletproof vest incase they started throwing candy at her, she had her Hockey stick to whack people who threw candy at her with candy, among other preparations for the worst. "Heya! Rare seeing you 'round here, eh?" Ollie said. Prairie nodded and quickly hurried away to the aisles. 'Eggs, eggs, eggs.' She took her time finding what she needed. Prairie had tasked herself with getting groceries, an unseen con being having to most likely talk to the person who managed the foodstock.


[WIP, myling got motivation goodbye in the middle of writing this ]