Walker thought she could smell death when she looked over at the man, partially because it made her feel so dizzy and partially because... Well... Something about him didn't seem trustworthy. Warily, she clutched her hands close to her chest as she looked down at the sand, that damn obnoxious sand. It got into her shoes, her feet, her clothes... Its method of infiltration was quite insidious, just like how she kept thinking about death when she least wanted it.
The aristocrat looked back at the other party. Did her eyes evoke pity? Or disdain? Either way, it most likely wasn't flattering for either party. But you know what did suit both of them? How awkward the entire situation was. For the past few minutes or so, they had both been complaining - though not necessarily to each other - about how degrading the sand and the sea breeze were for their clothes and their overall appearance. Their irritation, unfortunately, soon faded, and the only parties left now were two people and maybe a passing bird.
"I do not think you expected to get stuck on an island this time, hm?" Walker quipped to the undead entity quietly, her tone slightly accented with contempt. It would've been funny if it weren't for her sheer hypocrisy, but... Alas. Her expression remained stone cold as she glanced down to the sand and kicked it, making sure a handful of it was tossed up in the air with her shoe. Later, she'd gripe over how so much granules were in her shoes, and this poor fellow would be her only witness. As for now, she continued with a shrug, "Then again, neither did I. That... That is just how it is, huh? You always get stuck in the most bizarre of situations when you least expect it... It is like life wants to spit at your face, with no remorse whatsoever."
She couldn't help but shudder as she thought, Though it is not like I can just disclose everything I know to a stranger... The gentle lapping of waves against the shore could be heard as the woman started to trace her foot in the sand. Sunlight stung at her eyes occasionally, but it wasn't really an issue anymore considering that it was going to set soon. Speaking of setting, there was also the lingering, nagging feeling that... Well... How could she articulate it? Mortality? Walker sighed as her lips curled into a pout. I am sure that this fellow knows what death is like, but... She tiled her head. How could discussion be possible? Our experiences are likely different, and there is the chance that one is too stubborn to yield...
"Do... Do you have anyone that you wait for, back on the mainland?" she asked. The complete change in subject didn't faze her at the moment, but it certainly would later on. Time was of the essence, the middle-aged woman reckoned, but at the same time, it didn't really matter right now. Just as long as I get out of here sooner rather than later... She cleared her throat before quietly stating, "You know... I have a husband and son... Back there... Well, my son does not live with me right now... But my husband?" Walker trembled as that last word wavered. "He... He is probably searching... I sure hope so, at the very least..."
yeehaw it's semi-late follow-up time.
"Well, this is a bit humiliating," Walker groused with a frown while walking through the foliage. Through yet another cruel stroke of luck, she had ended up on an island... Again. She gulped and clutched her sleeves close to herself as she thought, I was lucky this time, but... What if that is not the case this time? Her skin blanched slightly, making her stand out from her surroundings more than she already did. How befitting, especially in this time...
She held her hand up to her forehead as she scanned the trees and bushes for anything to forage. Clearly, nothing was learned from last time as she struggled to differentiate one plant from another, but that probably didn't matter; Walker, after all, was no botanist and had no interest in such a field. And... Even if her experience with her mother's garden had given her any insight into how plants worked, she recognized nothing. No roses. No kudzu. No oleander. Everything seemed foreign to her, and it made her shudder.
Her uneasiness was only compounded when she heard a call from what appeared to be a nearby bush. However, as soon as the middle-aged woman turned around, she found that she was staring at a reptilian creature. And it was staring back at her. Fun! Mumbling incoherently under her breath, Walker was quick to look away and continue minding her business, though she noticeably stopped moving. You know, just in case there were more animals like it around. This is... A bit foolish, she mused while sighing to herself, What if those animals turn out to be hostile? Now that would-
A loud noise caused her to yelp, "Ah!", as she tensed up her entire body. Her first instinct, one that she was continually ashamed of having, was freezing. She had frozen since she was a young girl, and there wasn't any indication that she'd let go of her habit now. This was fine. This was definitely fine. For a solid several seconds, she stood there trembling - expecting the absolute worst. A big animal? Her mother? You decide! She sure wasn't though, as she ended up scurrying over to what appeared to be a cavern eventually. With some effort, of course.
"This could be better than getting eaten," the woman muttered while being enveloped by darkness. The fact that some of her clothes were being stained by mud and dirt likely didn't matter too much to her, given that she could just wash them in the river when this supposed danger passed. In the cavern, however, she noticed the same reptilian creature from earlier looking back at her. Or... At least another member of the same species... Walker gulped as they looked into each other's eyes. With a shaky hand, she asked with a tremor, "You... You do not expect me to stay here, do you? I... I do apologize for being here like this..."
Not that an answer was expected, but... Alas.