Deviation Actions
“Drip… , Drip… , Drip...”
Drops of water dripped from the space above. A small silver tin collected the small droplets of water as they plummeted to the ground. Vixen watched and listened to the constant irritating sound of each drop hitting the surface water. It almost seemed to echo if she listened close enough.
The rain battered everything outside her den, It thrashed and swirled as the wind blew heavier. There was a slight rumble under the wind, almost growling under its breath and then a bright flash flew threw the harsh air. Vix picked her head off of her pillows and out from under her quilts. She peered through the large gap from the wall to the ceiling of the old 8 story parking building. Her den sat on the 6th story, half of the floor above had collapsed long before she got there, but it made a good wind blocker keeping out the harsh winds and rain from blowing everything away.
She yawned and stretched a little before standing up and heading over to her rations stash. She rifled through to find some two day old rabbit meat. It wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t off. It would do her for now until she could hunt again. She ate what she could. It wasn’t much but would fill her for a few hours at least.
Vixen smacked her licks as she finished her meal. She went over to the silver tin and lapped at the water in it ,emptying the whole thing. A few icy cold drops of water fell from the ceiling, hitting her head. She shivered and threw her head.
“God Damnit!” She yelped as the cold water hit her warm skin.
She wandered back over to her makeshift bed a and stuck her head under the multiple pillows and sheets. She pulled out her pack and placed it on the ground. She saw that the ropes holding it together where
becoming frilled and loose. She sighed a little under her.
“Again.. “ she grumbled.
It was the second time this month. She wandered on over to her stash of items and began looking for the old rope she found earlier that week but before she could find it, something caught her breath away. A vial smell overwhelmed her nose. It smelled rotted and off, almost dead … She peered over the stone wall and down to the alley below. There it was, an infected. Vixen couldn’t make out what it was but it sure was one of them. It was rummaging around in the old trash can. It was full of all rotted and decayed items but nothing that was of interest to Vix. She had already looked threw it before and was sure that someone had taken what was good out of it.
She hated the thought of that thing in her area but there wasn’t much she could do. She didn’t have a weapon that could hurt or kill it without getting herself to close, besides she didn’t know how the disease was transferred. Whether it was airborne or contact, she wasn't about to risk it._______________________________________________________________
Doing some story stuff coz I can't draw.
Word count - 519 words
Shards - 2