We swiftly pack up, not saying anything. Both our minds and bodies trying to adapt to the sudden change In lifestyle. We lock eyes and nod. 'ready', our eyes say. The streets appear normal apart from a couple of bodies. This thought flashes through my mind and immediately I'm disgusted at myself for not caring. I don't even flinch when I see them. The other part of me want to scream until I can no longer breathe. But I don't. I don't let it. Not this time. I just put on an expression that can be construed as mourning. We walk on. Not talking, neither of us willing to break the silence.
Nearly there. We both turn down a brightly lit street and see the store. We enter. It's full of knifes is glass cabinets, large tents and sleeping bags. material for camping and mountaineering. The cabinet with the knifes are adorned with sturdy locks and reinforced glass. I walk over to the counter. Now unguarded and open a draw. There sits a single key: labelled 'knife cabinet' "sweet!" I say, picking it up and throwing it to Luna. She gracefully catches them and unlocks the cabinet and withdraws a large, serrated knife with a 6 inch blade. The handle is made of a shiny, polished wood. Smiling, she begins the slash at the empty ait around her. Feeling a little worried for my well being and for the grin on Luna's face, I turn to the cabinet. choosing a slightly less flashy blade: not serrated and 4 inches. Very. Very sharp. Grabbing a sheath, I call out to Luna. "Let's go"
"Where?" she asks.
I pause, unsure of what to say. "the shops, for... food"
"sounds good" she says, breathing a sigh of relief as I walk towards the door.