It was a normal day in the small community that had taken hold in the remains of Detroit. People wandered around cautiously on the streets, bundled in fabrics and jackets, the occasional gang member passing the small crowds as they went about their daily business; Checking the food supply, chatting with friends, melting snow and ice for water, doing laundry, a few even venturing outside the limits to see what all they could use to start fires with. In fact, the only abnormality manifested in a strange tension in the air, making the Gang just a tad more jumpy, knocking civilians to the ground on more than one occasion when they deemed the victim to be 'acting suspicious'. The Civilians themselves weren't left unaffected either, murmuring quietly to each other and sending discreet glances towards the building that constituted as a laundromat of sorts, where most headed first thing in the morning. Usually, there was a large fire started in the center of the room, instantly making this the place that everyone wanted to be, then snow and ice was gathered, melted in various pots and basins over smaller fires taken from the larger one, and finally, clothing could be cleaned and hung around the fire to dry. All of which happened every Thursday. Which just so happened to be today. So this wasn't abnormal either.
It was the man who had wandered into the city just as the sun rose over the horizon. He had walked right through the gates, had a small discussion with the guards stationed there, and headed directly for the laundromat. Now he was seated in front of a basin, stripped down to his undershirt, completely focused of scrubbing off whatever gunk had accumulated on his clothes. Travellers were a rare sight in Detroit. No one wanted to stop here, let along live here for more than a few hours...But here he was. Silent, stoic, and with a chicken seated in his lap.
...
Once again, Rin found themself to be the black sheep. The odd one out. The kid picked last for a dodgeball game. Maybe not so much that last one, but they certainly didn't feel very welcome in this settlement. The other people sitting in the laundromat with them had moved all their supplies to the other side of the room, whispering to themselves as if Rin wouldn't be able to hear their gossip.
'–Maybe he's one 'a those hunters. Zed hunters. He's built like one if you know what I–'
'Maurice, shut yer greasy fuckin' mouth he's probably just some vagrant. Who's gonna fight the zombies with a chicken? He's probably just some vagrant...like you know what a Zed Hunter looks like anyway.'
Rin rolled their eyes and sighed heavily, refocusing on aggressively scrubbing a stain out of their jacket.
Who dares to approach?
"YES, I AM A PAIN IN THE ASS AND ALSO TERRIFYING."