Scorched

Intro

52 degrees, that's the coldest it's been since I was born, Jesicca thought to herself, 17 years ago. At least that's what she recalled. Her birthing day was celebrated on the 3rd of August. No one really celebrated much anymore though it was just kind of a "you're another year older" type thing.

She slid on her cardigan with one or two rips on the left sleeve. "I should probably patch that up" she mumbled under her breath. She already had it patched up in three places but she had had it since she was 8. She just added some fabric she could find here or there to make it grow with her. She didn't really have to worry about that though considering she was four eleven. She belonged to dominion Killcrest. Her living quarters consisted of two small houses connected by a walkway. She lived in one house while her brother, Jame, lived in the next. His had a two bedrooms and a workshop whereas hers had a bedroom, kitchen, and workshop. Her brother had a friend living with him who helped bring in income.

Jame worked for Mr. Linord at the local wood shop. His job was to shape the wood into stuff and bring it back to the store to be sold. For every item sold, Jame got 4 dirks. Jesicca was a seamstress. The locals would bring in their cloth and she would measure them and make the desired product. She could charge 10 dirks for each item. Then there was harry, James friend. It always confused people as to why they were friends because he was 21 and Jame was barely 16. Harry was in the military district of Killcrest. He was a sergeant and went out to do most of the scavenging. He had a team of 9 people and each day they would go into the metropolis and find things we needed for the dominion. Sometimes they were gone for days, sometimes gone for weeks and the worst part about it was there was no contact so you don't know if they were even alive our if the cits got ahold of them. The cits, that's what they called the people of the Metropolis, were animals and would not hesitate to rip your arm off for your goods. It had happened once, to Jenkinson, an old man who lived close to Jesicca, he used to be in the military. Harry didn't bring in dirks though, he brought in supplies and food. Often he would find rotting people in the street and cut parts of their clothes off for Jesicca for her to make clothes for herself and the town.

Jesicca sat at her table sewing up Mrs. Lotties shirt when harry walked in in his usual black joggers and black t-shirt. He had a bandana wrapped in his hair to push back his mop of hair. He was quite overdo for a haircut.

"Hey Jesicca, I'm fixing to head to the base, this might be a long trip. We plan on heading for the east quarters of the met. Don't fret if I'm gone for too long."

"Aren't you going to wait to say by to Jame?" Jesicca placed her hands on her hips and glared at harry. She hated when he left without telling Jame bye, he would worry that he hadn't told him his final good bye.

"See that's the thing," he said looking her in the eye. "Jame will be coming with me on this round."

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