buildings don't zombie proof themselves, you know

Feeling:
productive

who: janie and addison
where: hardware store
when: noonish

Janie had herself a shopping cart. She'd ganked it from the supermarket, and was just kind of tossing things in there, seemingly at random, even if they weren't, necessarily. She had a lot of odds and ends that she was going to be bringing to...wherever she figured she was going to start setting some place up. Really if she was going to do that she wanted to zombie-proof it first. That was essential, after all.

Zombie proofing really required building tools as opposed to anything else, so she was getting that taken care of. Dropping a heavy toolbox into the cart with a clatter, she sang to herself as she started up the aisle, looking for more duct tape. You really couldn't have too much duct tape.

"It's the end of the world as we know it!...It's the end of the world as we know it!...It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fiiiiiiiine...."

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It was so absurd. So wholly and wickedly appropriate, that when Addison peeked around the corner of a shelf to see who was singing and what they were doing she covered her mouth, stifling a soundless giggle. She'd gotten the majority of her things before, and then there had been rain. But, with a much more clear day available, Addison had gone back to collect more things. Things that might eventually be useful, one way or another.

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Janie dropped a few more things into her cart as she walked, before she spotted a shadow on the floor that was person shaped, even if she didn't see said person. So she stopped. "Hello?" she asked, walking foward more. Then she saw the girl peeking around the corner. "Yo." she greeted again and waved.

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Addison took a couple steps back - just in case, since she hadn't expected the person to come closer. She pushed her coat back just enough so that she could see the knife and flashlight at her hip, but then let it drop again. Like a rattlesnake's rattle. That whole 'hey, I'm armed, don't step on me' thing. Then she took out her little note book and scratched down a couple of words - Good singing.. The page was torn out, crumpled up, and tossed to Janie to read.

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Janie saw the knife, then got paper thrown at her. She stared. "Um....yeaaah." she said, then grabbed the paper, opening it up to read it. "Thanks? You're seriously weird, you know that, right? And the whole showing me a knife thing really doesn't especially make me wanna chat so..." she kind of made a shooing motion.

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Pleased that the knife was taken seriously, Addison nodded and went back to what she was doing - raiding. But she definitely decided that this random woman was going to be drawn later on in the sketchbooks. She was honest. That was worth something.