This far in, like most people, Julie's lost just about everyone. And it hurts, but she's not bad at this, she's learned. At being on her own. Or maybe she's just too good at ignoring the pain of it all. But she's also smart, resourceful, and people typically only have one of two reactions to seeing a white teenage girl with mousey hair and green eyes and both of those are easy to exploit.
She prefers it on her own though, on the move. Finds a weird kind of joy in scavenging sometimes, which is what she's planning to do when she comes up on a house that looks unoccupied from the woods, though spotting the traps gives her pause. Julie kneels to inspect one, looks out on the others, and decides they're easy enough to step around.
What she's not expecting though, is some dude in the house covered in blood. Julie stops suddenly, eyes wide as she stares through the window, her hand immediately flying to push her coat away and reach for the knife sheathed at her hip.
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She prefers it on her own though, on the move. Finds a weird kind of joy in scavenging sometimes, which is what she's planning to do when she comes up on a house that looks unoccupied from the woods, though spotting the traps gives her pause. Julie kneels to inspect one, looks out on the others, and decides they're easy enough to step around.
What she's not expecting though, is some dude in the house covered in blood. Julie stops suddenly, eyes wide as she stares through the window, her hand immediately flying to push her coat away and reach for the knife sheathed at her hip.