Who run the world?

Athena was in a great mood. She'd found an old canning factory the day before, and had gotten plenty of stuff to bring back to the old tin shack she and a few other girls were taking refuge in. And, on the way back, she'd found a wallet. Which was perfect, because she could actually buy songs on the iPod she'd found a few months ago. She just kept finding things.

Anyway, when she woke up that morning in the old abandoned shack, she'd nearly hit her head on the ceiling. Her makeshift bed was the top bunk, which should've come with a sign warning against concussion. She didn't mind though. It was the only bed with a really great view. See, when they found the shack, it appeared to have been cut in half by a giant robot or something. The girls had had to fond old pieces of cardboard and scrap metal to seal up the nonexistent wall, but there was still one very large hole towards the top. It was an added plus that the bed, and the hold, were facing east, so sunrises were always there to greet her.

Anyway, after finding the food canning place or whatever, she wouldn't have to do much that day. As official scavenger for their group, she really just had to find the stuff. This was a particularly good job for her, because she often got into fights whenever she left their shelter, which led to her feeling extremely badass. And it helped that she could multiply all the supplies they found to last them even longer.

So, after waking up, she figured why not abuse that new credit card? She'd already downloaded fifteen or so songs, and was standing in the middle of the dust-covered floor, jamming out to a Beyonce song.

"Athena, please! Can't you see some of us are trying to sort these supplies?" Asked a very annoying British accent. Ugh. Mariasonia.

"Why don't you just go brush off your petticoat. I hear there's a salon down the road. Don't worry, I'll go with you, I'll be behind you the entire way. Just let me take your gun for you. Wouldn't want you to break a nail carrying it."

"Yeah. A canning factory, with tons of food. I brought some back, but I should be able to multiply them later. It seems we still haven't been able to find the idiot that shoved a stick up this Ms. James's-"

"Leila! How are you, darling? Sleep well?" Mariasonia interrupted the Latina with a glare, before turning towards Leila and taking on a motherly tone. "Sorry to wake you up, darling."

"Anyway, I found some beans. Actually, a lot of beans. Care for some breakfast?" She asked, grabbing three cans from the other girl's supply stack and tossing Leila one.

"Excuse you, that's-"

"Oh, hush, hon. You know I'll replace it," She replied, dropping another can at Mariasonia's feet. She opened the can with yet another glare, using a makeshift knife to slice the lid off the can.

"I'll start a fire" She grumbled, not dropping her killer gaze.

"That's my girl. If you don't eat, you can't work, and if you can't work, all my scavenging is useless," Athena summarized, walking over to her bunk and pulling her black jacket down from the make-shift bedpost and attaching her homemade holster to her cargo pants. "I was thinking of doing a short search today, mainly for ammo and medical supplies. You coming with me, or are you staying here with The Princess?" She asked quickly with a casual tone, shrugging the jacket over her green tank.

"Fire's going!" Mariasonia's accented voice chirped from over in the corner, where a barely-standing firepit stood next to a bucket of dirt. The can of beans stood hanging from a spit made of sticks and broken pipes.

"Thanks, Mare!" The latina replied genuinely, stepping up to the fire and taking the half-warmed can. "I'll eat on the go," She said, already taking some of the can's contents and half-shoving it into her mouth. She gave the girl a sisterly kiss on the cheek, before taking her crossbow and whip and placing them in their respective places. The other girl replied with just a playful snarl.

OOC: Yes. /sigh I guessss

I finally found gifs though xD

Athena jogged out of the make-shift shelter without a word, moving a loose piece of cardboard to reveal the only entrance and exit. She held it open for leila before standing back up and loading an arrow into her crossbow, holding it bye her side.

The sun was hot and beat down harshly on the dry prairie-like terrain. Tall, brown grass covered rolling hills lined with scattered tress, and a forest area sat not far off.

"There should be an abandoned shelter area towards the North," Athena said, pointing in the direction. "Maybe there's some ammo left there."

They started off and had gotten about 15 minutes in, when Athena suddenly stopped. Something was moving, and moving fast. No, wait. That wasn't something. That was someone.

"Get ready to shoot," Athena ordered, watching as the person crested the fill. She raised her crossbow to her face, taking aim and waiting for the figure to reach them


And reach them it did. Before she could say "fire", a girl lay at her feet. She appeared to have taken quite a tumble don't the hill. Athena loosened her bow string, but didn't drop it, scowling at the body at her feet.

"Before you say anything, no. We aren't taking her with us. I can barely scavenge enough supplies as is. Now, let's go." She said, hurrying ahead and stepping past the girl.

"Leila. I don't want to leave anyone behind, but if it means keeping you and Mariasonia alive, I will," She said more gently, turning back to face her. "Now, please, don't make this difficult. Let's just-"

Then the girl slapped her, and Athena was near immediately at her side, grabbing her hand and attempting to pull her behind her, mumbling in spanish about some cursed dog who killed someone's mother. "Come on, Leila. She's probably brough some friends, and I don't want you, or me, caught in a fight. Let's go."

Of course, two more girls picked that exact moment to show up at the top of the hill. Dammit. And things had been going so well.

Athena let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, letting go of the other girl and waving her off. "Go. Make friends. Just...cut some limbs off if they hurt you, okay? I'll be...over here, I guess."

Athena watched as two of the girls pulled out their weapons, protectively placing an arm in front of Leila and backing them away a bit. "Now, let's not be hasty here. We wouldn't want any unnecessary injuries. Let's just take a few moments to calm ourselves down," She suggested, keeping her voice calm and slow as she fingered her whip, ready to run or fight if anything happened. She didn't draw, though, hoping to maybe reestablish some type of peace.

She shot Leila a quick glance, something along the lines of don't do anything stupid and be ready to get the hell out of here.

"My name's Athena. This is Leila," She introduced, using the same tone, but stepping forward a bit, "We have a bit of a shelter nearby with one more girl. We just came out to search for ammo at an abandoned place a few minutes North from here."

Celaena narrowed her eyes. She didn't trust them and she shouldn't. Not in these days where trust and promises were the only things left of value besides food, weapons, and shelter. She sighed and relaxed the grip on her scythe. She didn't want to fight right now after that tumble down the hill, she wouldn't unless someone else made the first move. If they made an aggressive action then Celaena feared her impatience would just make her swing her scythe and decapitate them. But these girls seemed harmless. Well at least as harmless as one can look while holding a sword or whip but by harmless, Celaena meant that they didn't look like they wanted to eat her. That was perfectly fine with her then. She leaned on Jia mostly because she was tired and wanted to show off cocky laziness.

"Guess we're all just wanderers then, eh? I'm Celaena and this is my sister Jia."


"I guess we are." Leila laughed softly. Her eyes flickered over towards the girl who had yet to introduce herself but guessed that she'd rather hurl her katana at them than say anything very personal. "I think it's a little surprising we haven't seen any guys in all the time during the outbreak. Only ones I ever saw were zombies. I wonder if there are any male survivors out there anyway . . ."

Oh great, now she was thinking out loud in front of three strangers who probably thought she was weird. Good job Leila.

"Why would you care, Leila? You missing someone?" Athena taunted in a sisterly way, though she honestly didn't know. It was shocking how little the little trio knew about each other. Athena has always been someone who people tended to take at face value, as a pretty girl who was probably too stupid for her own good, and she liked it that way. Hell, that pretty face of hers had saved her life multiple times. But the bad part was, she tended to translate that into everyday life.

Of course, Mariasonia knew plenty about her, but that was because the little snot was always asking so many questions. When they'd first met up, after the whole apocalyptic mayhem had started, Athena had been a pretty screwed up wanderer, unable to set up or maintain a decent shelter. Eventually, Athena and Mariasonia had stopped trying to kill each other, and the two had bit of a secret agreement. Mariasonia kept Athena out of trouble and under control, and Athena kept watch and protected the other girl. Then Leila had come along, and Athena had pretty much tried to ignore her and do everything she could to make her miserable, until she reached a point where she became comfortable, even loving towards her.

"I like this one," Athena commented, in reply to the unintroduced girl. "Do you not talk much in general, or do you just hate all of us?" Oh, she could already hear The Princess nagging at her for being so rude.

"Anyway, as I was saying, we came out here for ammo, but I doubt there is any. We do have food, though. Maybe, if you guys have anything, we could work out some sort of trade?"

Celaena raised an eyebrow at what the girl, Leila said. To be honest she'd never even thought about that herself and came to realize it was a little true. The only survivors she'd ever met were female. She shrugged and stood straight, getting off of her sister.

"When men are weak, the women shall persevere." Celaena stated with her chin raised high. Celaena had come from a lineage of strong women so she was a little in thinking that boys were weaker than her but hey, her family was a matriarchy. She gave a little cocky grin at Leila, "Survival of the fittest."

Celaena looked back at the girl next to her, Athena, then back at her sister. They didn't have much on them except their weapons, some food, and whatever else Jia had decided to bring with her. Celaena knew her mechanics well enough if living in an auto shop for her entire life had anything to influence that.


Leila blushed at Athena's question and she would've sputtered over her words if she decided to open her mouth but she just opted for shaking her head frantically. There wasn't a boy that she missed! Not that she had any anyway, well maybe... No he didn't count. Why did she think of him anyway? Gah! She imagined a blank slate in her head and took a breather. Survival. That's what mattered.

Athena regarded the girl when she answered, not saying anything, just studying her mainly. She turned back to the rest of them, fiddling with the bullet hanging from her neck. Of course, everyone had their respective males to be worrying about, she had two. Naturally, there was no sense in worrying. He'd probably locked himself up somewhere underground. And there would be no way he would let the government trick him with that stupid cure. For once, one of his silly conspiracies had been correct. He was probably charting out a way to save the world at that very moment.

But now wasn't the time to worry about him.

"Look, I'll call up someone to bring some supplies. Food, water, first aid if anyone needs it. There's a canning factory a bit away. It's got stocks everywhere. I'll give you guys directions and we can part ways," Athena decided grudgingly, hating herself for always having to help. Dear god, why couldn't she be as cruel and ruthless as she acted half the time?

She pulled a small pocket radio out of her holster and stepped away from the group, ready to hear the assault of insults from the other end. "Leila, see if you can make a deal while I talk with Rosie."