𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 "𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝" 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛-𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜
The Phoenixes
Female ♢ Asexual ♢ 24 ♢ Location: Phoenix Mansion ♢ Tags: open ♢ Mentions: Open
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Scout woke up late. Really, she would have slept later if it weren't for Nova nudging her awake. Sitting up, Scout groans.
"God, what time is it?" Padding over to the window, Scout's jaw drops. It was clearly late, definitely later than she intended to sleep.
"Crap... Thanks Nov," she says. She pulls on her usual outfit: combat boots, leather jacket, cargo pants and a thick tshirt. Walking out of the room, ruffles Nova's ears before walking out onto the porch.
The nearest spot to scavenge was the neighborhood, and it would take a good 3 hours to get there on foot, plus another 3 hours back. And that wasn't carrying anything. Part of Scout wished she had a horse like some of the others, but Scout had never ridden before, and the postapocalypse didn't seem like the time for riding lessons. Besides, she wasn't exactly the most comfortable around horses, to put it lightly. At the best of times, she was skittish around them. At the worst, they terrified her.
Besides, it was probably best to wait for everyone to get back to see what was needed. Then at least she'd know what to look for. Though it was a long trip to make, Scout could probably make it to the highway and check out some of the abandoned cars. She had a bit of a knack for getting them open without making the alarms go off; something that was essential. There was also plenty in the woods to be picked, like berries and mushrooms and whatnot.