by Ashe Ventus Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:06 am
Mika wipes her mouth and tried to control her breathing so she wouldn't get sick again. She had just finished burying her coworker Eiko behind the very place that they worked, The Flowerpot. She didn't know what was worse, that Eiko wasn't even killed by those monsters, those 'Pandora', or that her death could have been easily avoided had this whole stupid war not been going on. She just had a simple scratch...nothing that a little antibiotics wouldn't have cured. Who deserved to die of blood poisoning?
Popping one of the last pieces of gum in her mouth, she murmured to herself, "I'd kill for a cigarette." Then smiled morbidly at her own twisted sense of humor before bending over and clenching her fist to her stomach to try and hold what little was left inside her, down.
Turning she chewed away the acidic taste in her mouth til it turned sweet and minty as she went inside and barred the backdoor of the green house. It was the only reason she had survived this long. At least from starving. Eiko always loved the flowers that fruit trees made, so she had plenty to eat thanks to her... They had made a good fort for themselves here and Miko went out every now and again to scavenge and even found a still working radio just a few days ago.
Mika had been at home when the war first started, but she didn't believe it. It couldn't have been on some huge scale and even if it was, why would any military involve civilians? So she went to work like normal. She and Eiko managed to hide in the basement when the first wave came through and none had come since. At least not inside. When Mika would go outside though, it was always a hit and miss as to whether she would see them. She tried plenty of times to get in touch with her father, but all phone lines were down. She wasn't even sure where he was, or if he was even in Karakura town. She hated herself for not keeping in touch with him more. In talking with Eiko in those long nights, she had found that she didn't truly miss many people. Of all her 'relationships', no one really stuck. Her mother dead and her father missing and only a mental picture of a pink haired girl came to mind.
Slumping down on the floor behind the main counter, she pulled said radio close and turned it on, pressing her eyes closed at the white staticky noise. But still she turned the knob around, hoping to hear anything at all to prove that she wasn't alone...
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