http://fallenpips.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fallenpips.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fracturedrp2012-07-02 06:02 am

[ota] Once a Spade...

It's early morning when Isadore starts, making her way through rubble-strewn streets with a "borrowed" pick-up truck to collect bodies. Besides the unfortunate victims of the Dalek invasion, there's tools in the bed of the truck: spades, hoes. Everything she needs to begin burying the dead. Slowly rolling through the town, she searches for the unclaimed, a black clad specter.

There's still music playing softly around town, the patriotic marches that Abigail and River Song had hacked the radio tower to project for a boost in morale. But here, they seem more like funeral marches, keeping the pallbearers in step. Dirges for those who have no names.

It's noon when she pauses, covering the bodies in the truck with a tarp and checking a local map "borrowed" from a gas station to try to find a burial ground.