Mickey-Quinn
Mickey lay awake on the rugged bed sheets in the hotel room. She fiddled with the prickly string bracelet on her wrist. Raina sat cross-legged beside her stroking her teddy bear's bunched fur. She looked over to her friend, Raina looked to Mickey. They both returned there gazes to the ceiling and the bear. Light filtered through the window, it lit up the room in a welcoming way. Mickey finally broke the silence. "Raina, what do we do today? We could search for food, search for people or just walk around." Raina looked to her and looked back to her bear, she spoke without looking at her. "Personally, Mickey, I don't feel like doing anything." Raina flopped down on the bed sending Mickey slightly up in the air. She sighed and sat up, stepping out of the bed. "Fine, I'll go myself." Mickey said, walking over to the weapons. Raina said nothing and nodded. Mickey let out an annoyed, Hmph. She picked up the knife and looked plainly at the shining blade. It glimmered in the sunlight, like a reflector. She squinted her eyes as the light shone in her face. Mickey grabbed a bag quickly and threw the knife in it. A small packet of crackers sat on the desk, Mickey grabbed it and put in the bag also. "Be back in half an hour, stay safe." Raina open her mouth as if to protest, but Mickey walked out and slammed the door. You have to do something, can't just sit there all day and stare at the sky. Mickey thought.
Mickey stepped out into the rubble of the street, loose gravel and blood was strewn across. The scent on the wind was a putrid smell, like death and oil. Mickey kicked at the rocks on the ground, they would fly and sometimes hit walls. She remembered the time when large groups of people would camp in the hotel, it was a good place. But, the time was short lived when a mob of the biters gathered outside. Most people left and searched for a new camp, but Mickey knew patience was key. And she was right, the mob left soon after. She missed other people to talk to other than Raina, she hated being isolated with only one contact. Hello?! Is anybody out there?!" Mickey called out to wind.
Raina
A scowl grew across Raina's face. She picked up a pen and chucked it at the wall. "It's not my fault I just want a break!" Raina shouted as if getting in an argument with Mickey. She flung herself up and stood on her feet, she stumbled but regained her footing. She walked to the window tiredly and peeked out. The view was nice from this one, she could see many other buildings. But she wanted to see none of that, she stared at mickey with a displeased expression. "You're not even doing anything.." She mumbled to herself. The dusty windowsill felt odd against her fingers, a sort of grainy feel. Sometimes she envied Mickey, but sometimes Mickey envied her. The system was now corrupted, it was screwed up to a point of where it can't be fixed with ease. Raina backed away from the window and to the door. A coat was hanging on the wall, she slipped it on quickly. The door seemed to call to her, or was it telling her to go away? She didn't care what it was saying, she was going to apologise to Mickey. She stepped into the hallway and made her way to the stairs.
When she made it their Mickey was sitting on a scratched bench with a frown on her face. "Mickey." Mickey looked to her and only frowned more. "What?" Raina sighed and began to speak. "I'm sorry for being so stubborn, I was tired. Can we go searching for whatever?" A smile began to grow on Mickey's face, and Raina returned the gesture. "Apology accepted, let's go." The two set off to look for whatever it was that was important.
