Helma & Wheezie

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A brown haired woman wrote frivolously in her journal as a small black cat made its way towards her side, curling up against her. The setting sun’s rays upon the dead trees cast very twisted and peculiar shadows along the wasteland in which they were. The woman raised her head and looked out before her. The armored remains of a soldier were only meters from her, littered with arrows and bloodstains. 

 

There were quite a few bodies the woman soon realized as her gaze scanned over the view before her. She’d shake her head softly before lowering her gaze back into the book and continuing her, assumed, notes. Another woman, dark haired, with pale features could be seen making her way towards the scribe. She finished shoving her own notebook into a backpack as she reached her companion, slinging it over her shoulder and leaning down to read whatever was being written.

 

“Are you even sure that any of this stuff is going to make a difference?” Asked the crouching woman as her right brow slowly arched. Her eyes shifted towards the nearest corpse.

 

“Better safe than sorry.” Replied the woman before closing her notebook and reaching for the feline beside her. As she rose to her feet she’d offer her partner a smile and began walking off.

 

The other woman simply shrugged before following along.