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A piece of brick tumbles down past the window, a dim silhouette falling past its view. Seconds later, it clashes against the ground with a soft crunch as the sand below cushions its descent. Riley's eyes train on it as it falls, her head sitting atop her arms as they lay flat. This was the only source of light; whatever power that may have ran into this apartment had fizzled out long ago, but the darkness by this point was an old acquaintance. It had been this way for months on end, and it certainly wasn't going to change; if anything, that brick was a reminder of the deteriorating conditions threatening whoever was left.
Lampposts, stop signs, dormant traffic lights, and the occasional abandoned car litter the streets below, all in pristine condition aside from the sand particles that stuck to their surfaces like parasites. Where she might remember people walking and going about their daily lives, there remains only dust, painting the streets with a dull golden streak, amplified by the sun's radiance gleaming down. "Maybe I can just go for a walk today. It seems... Nice, outside."
She shook her head as she processes her own sentence. It's an optimistic sentiment, yet an itch in her mind put doubt on the idea. She could run out of food and water tomorrow, if she slacked today. Her hands clench into fists as she regards the world below with regret. She hates it, the unreality of it all. On a normal day, she would have been down there herself, walking to her class without a care in the world. Her friends would've accompanied her, a cup of caramel coffee in her hand and a grin on her face. *But this endless dust... It's consumed everything, even in only a month. Those bygone days may as well have not existed at all.* Riley exhales in a sorrowed sigh, her breath joining the wind howling distantly, as if it, too, missed such pleasantries.
There's another itch, but it isn't born of nostalgia or regret. Rather... Something's near. *Something's changed.* It's unlike the world to have done so. But of course, as with most variables within these times, the likelihood of it being good was nearly zero. The tension within the room seems to thicken, and the winds outside bellow, as if trying to issue a warning of danger in her midst. Not a sandstorm, from the looks of it. The lack of clouds in the sky indicate as such.
She turns around, her hair whipping gently against her face before she views you standing at the doorway of the room with newly widened eyes. Even in the darkness, your presence was obvious, and she isn't sure what to make of it as she gapes at your figure, her body feeling the pressure of the room intensifying. Friend or foe, Riley could hardly tell as you're obscured by darkness; her body, however, doesn't want to take any risks. Her right hand steadily gravitates to the metal pipe at her side, preparing to brandish it against this stranger.
*Please...* She begs to some unknown force, swallowing to force her nervousness down her throat, but it resurfaces. Fear shut up any of her attempts at throwing a sentence your way, but her face tries to hold strong and determined against your new arrival. The pipe she's grasping already felt sweaty, her teeth pushing down on each other; whatever you do, she'll have to react accordingly. Her dad's words echo in her head as she stares you down.
*Hope for the best... And prepare for the worst!*
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