Anaxileah
From the Depths of Hell
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Shiki
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Within her bunker that she had made her home for the past, say, who even knows how long at this point, she was sitted ontop of what looked to be a weapons crate. Now, of course during this day and age, it would be empty. It was emptied long ago. Doesn't mean she can't use it as a mighty fine chair, or hell, open it up and the foam makes a pretty nice bed, since it seemed to be big enough for enough weapons that even a person could fit comfortably inside. And Shiki did fit inside, clearly as a blanket and a pillow that would be by far too stiff by now was placed inside. Shimmied inside in-case of any invaders to her bunker while she slept also the locking system, made to only open and close fully from the inside, sorta like a panic room. Anyways, not the purpose here. Shiki was trying her damned hardest to get one single match lit. She didn't have many left, since she never found them anywhere and any time she went into town they were either too expensive or she was caught beforehand by some individuals of varying backgrounds that wanted her nothing short of dead already.
"Aha!"
She yelped, getting a slight flame. What the match was for? Heating up a single can of food she had opened; and keep in mind she had only been eating skinned rats for the past few months, so she was damned sure she was going to get this thing cooked. Well anyways, anyone who used a match before in their life knows how little they last, so once it got to the end of the match stick, she used paper, and more and more substitutes as if hand-cooking something was possible. Eventually though, she could feel the tin can heat up, and didn't bother waiting any longer before tipping it to her mouth and drinking the alphabet chicken soup like a drink. Thank god these things never went bad. She never stopped for a single breath before tossing the can; and for a second having no reaction. Though if someone were to see, they would see it would be growing. she started to lightly shiver and shake in her seat, before throwing her arms out like someone stretching right out of bed, and let out a little yelp;
"That was so good!"
She let out a pleasured sigh, and her face was nice and happy. Quite the contrary to how so many people are dying out there, whether in a happy little dome or the evil wastes, and here she is, in a bunker covered with snow minus the door, which had a helicopter that had crashed blocking the way to make more so a secret entrance.
"Let's see let's see..."
She hopped off the crate, picking up her revolver and machete from the sides of the box, and attached to their respectful holster and sheathe. Which of course next came the mask.
"What's gonna be the news for today, I wonder..."
No animals. They dead. No rats.
