A few days ago, Klara decided she no longer enjoyed being in places that were too full of the living. Crowds made her antsy; though for exactly whose sake it was, she couldn't quite say.
And in these places where the living had fled, and the disease had burnt itself away to naught, she could safely slip to and fro. It was nearly like being in the midst of other people; the houses that had been forsaken when their owners had been in the middle of some mindless, human routine were innumerable. She did not feel lonely. Klara liked recreating the scenes in her head, from what miscellany people had left behind to the rot and the robbers. She also liked pocketing the useful bits. Re-appropriation of resources, you could call it.
She was of the opinion that if someone didn't want their abandoned debris to be picked through, they should have gotten locks that could guard from her picklocks better.
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And in these places where the living had fled, and the disease had burnt itself away to naught, she could safely slip to and fro. It was nearly like being in the midst of other people; the houses that had been forsaken when their owners had been in the middle of some mindless, human routine were innumerable. She did not feel lonely. Klara liked recreating the scenes in her head, from what miscellany people had left behind to the rot and the robbers. She also liked pocketing the useful bits. Re-appropriation of resources, you could call it.
She was of the opinion that if someone didn't want their abandoned debris to be picked through, they should have gotten locks that could guard from her picklocks better.