Erin Souvign

Echoes

The clatter of debris being tossed aside filled the air as she searched the ruins of an old house, scavenging for anything that might be valuable enough to trade. She was growing more frustrated by the minute. This was the fourth house El had searched today and she'd had very little luck. A few old dishes and bits of silverware were about the extent of it. Things she would likely use herself. Everything else seemed to have been picked clean by others before she got here.