Not all women like to shop ;-) (Open)
She made her way to the convenience store for some provisions. They needed bandages and another first aid kit. The other lasted for about three hours before it ran out of all the essentials. She needed to take, no, buy water and some food for the others. Walking down the aisle, she cocked a brow as she looked at the sheer variety of soup, cereals and ready-made meals. Who the hell cared what they ate? As long as it did not taste like Tasty Wheat, chicken or synthetic protein they would be fine. Did people really think this was important? No wonder their minds were not ready to be freed, they were too occupied with trying to figure out what damn cereal to buy.
Trinity walked down the aisle to the section marked ‘health care’ and began piling bandages, Band-Aids, painkillers, iodine and antiseptic spray into the basket. Customers threw the dark-haired women wearing sunglasses and torn PVC odd looks as the basket overflowed with medical supplies, but she pretended not to see them.
Her shiny latex boots made a swishing noise against the cheap vinyl floor as she turned and marched toward the registers only to stop dead in her tracks. Did the code just flicker? Looking around she scanned the store. Nothing. Increasing her gait, Trinity swallowed hard as she continued to move toward the bored-looking cashier without regard to those around her or the people already waiting in line.
Trinity walked down the aisle to the section marked ‘health care’ and began piling bandages, Band-Aids, painkillers, iodine and antiseptic spray into the basket. Customers threw the dark-haired women wearing sunglasses and torn PVC odd looks as the basket overflowed with medical supplies, but she pretended not to see them.
Her shiny latex boots made a swishing noise against the cheap vinyl floor as she turned and marched toward the registers only to stop dead in her tracks. Did the code just flicker? Looking around she scanned the store. Nothing. Increasing her gait, Trinity swallowed hard as she continued to move toward the bored-looking cashier without regard to those around her or the people already waiting in line.