Thread: L'Envol des Corbeaux

Josephine Autumn Smith didnt fucking care for the year- mostly because she didnt know it. Well, she did at some point, but now it just seemed pointless. Really, who the fuck needed to know the week, the month, much less the whole damn year? Days were important. Days and nothing else. So she knew it was a Tuesday, and Tuesday was a clean-up day. Shed set out that morning with Bess, her favorite shotgun, Kathy, the assault rifle, and Floretta, her handgun- small caliber, filled with hollow point bullets. The only kind she really needed. Jod strapped the holsters on her lithe body, fixed her pack to her back, jumped onto her skateboard and started weaving through piles of debris and skeletons. She crossed herself out of pure habit when the bones darkened by ash and dried by age passed. It was a hollow gesture, done only because her mother had told her to when she was young. When theyd been shacked up in one of those damn camps- before Eleanor Smith had contracted pneumonia and died God rest her soul. Yep. Cleaning-day. That meant going from building to goddamn building to search for things. Anything. Cleaning house, taking what she could- leaving the rest for whatever poor fucker came through there next. Wherever there was. Shed been running so long, she didnt even know where she was anymore. Eastern Europe, maybe? Northern? Ah, to hell with it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the walkman shed found it only had one CD, but Jo didnt give two shits about that. The CD read LED ZEPPELIN in straight white letters letters shed grown to love. Hey-hey mama said the way you move, Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove. Ah-ah child way you shake that thing, Gon' make you burn, gon' make you sting. Hey-hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your heartache drip, can't keep away . . . She guessed she made a pretty damn funny picture- gray jeans tucked into army boots shed stolen off some dead motherfucker back in Russia, faded red shirt with the words Enjoy Coke written across the front. Leather jacket covered in patches, rosary hanging from around her pale neck. Black hair cut short, bangs turning to fringe just at her arched eyebrows. Green eyes invisible behind a pair of aviators, pink lips popping pink gum. Skateboard under foot, music blasting in her ears. Undeniably reckless, but it didnt really matter. This was her land. Sides, MEA cronies hardly ever patrolled this side of town. Theyd been here a month, and fuckin combed the place over last week. They had the other half to worry bout- even then the only way theyd be of any danger to her was if one popped outta the goddamn ground. Hopefully one didnt. Shed be screwed. Fuck, this was where she left off yesterday- that building with the shots gone near through it and the blinds still in the windows. Huh. It looked like a piece of shit. Promising. Jo twisted on her skateboard, bringing it to a stop below the front of the thing. Taking out Bess, she slung the shotgun across her shoulder with one hand, kicking her board up into her hand with the other, taking a cautious step towards the busted up piece of architecture. What if the motherfuckers were in there? She popped the gum shed been chewing, laughing to herself. Shed not go down without a goddamn fight, that was what. I gotta roll, can't stand still, Got a flaming heart, can't get my fill. Eyes that shine burning red, Dreams of you all through my head . . .