There isn't really much that Julie can do back home. Mostly because there's nothing to do, and partly because there isn't time to do anything but train and work and salvage and go after zombies.
Since she arrived here, however, she's found herself with plenty of time to relax and wander and do absolutely nothing.
Today was a day for window shopping, a small bag of cookies in one hand and her eyes on merchandise set on display in shop windows. It's nothing she can afford just yet, but one can dream.
Some day, the pair of plain boots she's eyeing will be hers. They look much more comfortable than the combat boots she sports at the moment
She's so distracted by these boots that she almost runs into Pavel, stopping herself at the last second when she notices him.
"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," she says with a sheepish and apologetic look on her face. "You okay?"
market || window shopping
Since she arrived here, however, she's found herself with plenty of time to relax and wander and do absolutely nothing.
Today was a day for window shopping, a small bag of cookies in one hand and her eyes on merchandise set on display in shop windows. It's nothing she can afford just yet, but one can dream.
Some day, the pair of plain boots she's eyeing will be hers. They look much more comfortable than the combat boots she sports at the moment
She's so distracted by these boots that she almost runs into Pavel, stopping herself at the last second when she notices him.
"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," she says with a sheepish and apologetic look on her face. "You okay?"