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A Walk In The Park
with @Applo
The scenery was less than peaceful. Desolate, battered, depressing. August had resolved at first to keep his eyes outside rather than thumbing through every tool or going over every list, but it seemed to induce just as much anxiety as all the things he'd been trying to avoid. That last goodbye from the Watchman camped outside cemented the pit in his stomach. The point of no return, kindly marked out by a solemn salute.
At some point the scenery blended together in such a way that August pulled out his notebook and began to try sketching it. Even in the lens of the smudged graphite, August's picture of the view outside seemed much more hopeful than the barren roads that lay before them. Even the leafless tree seemed to be plotted in a winter wonderland rather than a wasteland.
When the camper slowed to a halt, he wanted so desperately to be able to jump into the world he'd created. But fresh air wasn't going to come from the paper, and if the camper trudged forward without August getting a moment to stretch his legs, he'd probably explode with nerves by the next time they stopped. In just the few moments he'd spent debating, it seemed most of August's small list of familiar faces had already left the camper.
He dwindled uncomfortably at the door, pencil twiddled between fingers, debating whether or not he was going to go alone or rush to catch up with someone else.
"You should watch that pencil. Those things will take your arm off if ya ain't careful." Esme slid out of the seat she had been lurking in and approached the fretting nurse, one finger held aloft. It was the finger she had accidentally stabbed with a pencil the previous day.
The former savage had planned to stay in the camper. The world outside the window was nothing new to her. In fact, it was far too familiar. The camper on the other hand. Well even before the world had gone down the toilet, she had never seen anything like it. The childish urge to look for secret compartments was hard to resist. She had thought she would be alone in her endeavour. It was a surprise to see the black haired nurse fritzing by the doorway when pretty much everyone else had left. Something was obviously bothering him and Esme gently reached out to pluck the pencil from his grasp.
"What's eating you cutie?" A dumb smile spread across the red-head's face. "If it is infected, you have to tell me. It is like the rules or something."
August jumped slightly at the voice that appeared behind him. He'd thought most everyone was gone by now, but managed to recover fairly quickly, straightening his jacket and looking to the pencil in his hand quizzically. "Take… my arm off? I don't think that's… possible." He murmured, trying to think of some way the pencil could leave him an amputee. No. An over exaggeration, most likely.
So he laughed meekly and tucked it behind his ear. "Well, I'd hope not at least. Then I'd have to reevaluate my medical knowledge." August swallowed and looked back outside. "Definitely not infected. Not yet, at least. I was just debating whether or not I wanted to take a walk or stay inside, is all."
"You been out in the world much since everything went all bitey?" Propping herself on a ledge next to the nurse, Esme stared at the world beyond the windows. "Way I hear it, this place is pretty safe; but if you haven't seen much of what it is like out there then you probably should go have a look or something."
At her question August paused, a few flashes of the past grazing his vision. "Not all that much." He offered, tone considerably more quiet. Bitey was… one way to put it. "I suppose I should. Do you, uh, care to join me?"
"Yeah sure. If you're up for having a savage lead you into dark alleys where no one will hear you scream, I am." Somehow the grin plastered across the red-head's face conspired to spread even wider. "I was just gonna see if there's any good chocolate hidden away in here anyway. Probs better if I don't. I will literally die if I split my trousers and have to spend the trip flashing my ass to the whole badlands."
August stared at Esme and blinked. A lot of scenarios had been thrown at him in the last twenty seconds, none of which sounded particularly enjoyable. Another strained laugh fell out of him, very clearly not amused by the prospect of being ledlead into a dark alleyway to never be found again. And he absolutely did not understand the jump from that to chocolate and split pants. The apocalypse hadn't gone on that long - was savage culture really so different? More likely he was just socially deaf.
After his awkward chortle died, he stared at the ground in silence for a moment before exiting the camper and shoving his hands in his pockets, hoping she would just follow after and continue to blabber enough to keep any stragglers away while he breathed in some air.
When she finished trying unsuccessfully to cram her fist into her mouth as her brain caught up with exactly what it was her tongue had said, Esme pushed herself off her perch and down the campers steps. August hadn't gone far by the time she caught up with the nurse. With no need now to run, the red-heads hands were tucked into her arm-pits against the cold.
"So where you wanna go? Whatcha wanna see? I'd bet that any salvage worth having is gonna be gone but ya never know."
August kept his vision ahead for the first few moments, jaw uncomfortably tight. It was definitely chilly, and he spared a glance to Esme as she hunched over from the cold, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her. He had a long sleeve underneath anyway, and didn't expect to be out long. "Don't need to see anything, really." August said with a hint of a sigh. "Was just trying to stretch my legs. Not sure if there's anything I… want to see. You know?" He would much prefer if this walk was uneventful as possible.
Their path bled away from the main road off to an empty side-street called Hunter's Road. Here, away from the former sounds of cars and machines and people cutting through the silence, here only the cacophonous whine of the wind lingered. That, and their lone dual voices resonating against the hollow, lifeless structures.
Naught had changed from the main road to the next. The derelict buildings remained. The dried husk of vehicles, though less in number, remained scattered across the roads, parked haphazardly in their owner's maddening pursuit to abandon them. August and Esme passed what looked to be a desecrated restaurant, and up ahead, a Speedway gas station hung in the forefront. A low glow emanated from the front window.
Hard forged instincts are powerful things. Esme knew something was off before her brain even registered the out of place glow from the petrol station. Artificial light meant power. Power meant people. And generally, out in the badlands, people meant trouble. It was an almost universal truth of the world these days. And here she was walking towards it like a dumbass, chatting with one of the few members of the team who had almost no business being off the camper.
A lone hand suddenly blocked the nurses path.
"Hey, like, could you wait here for two seconds. I wanna go check that light out." Even though her eyes were focused on the gas station window, the chipper tone of Esme's voice dipped not a jot. "I think Captain Summm- Um Peaches might kill me if I take you back with a a few pages missing,"
He hadn't noticed the dim glow of the gas station sign before Esme jutted her hand out in front of him, and August skidded to an abrupt halt in response. His gaze followed hers, and dark brows furrowed. Strange… surely it was a Reaper outpost, if it was running power? But wouldn't Peaches have notified them of it? Did that mean it was Savage territory? That… would not be the best news for their one hour pit stop.
"By yourself?" August muttered, not exactly thrilled by the idea of tagging along with her, but knowing well enough that going in alone wasn't smart. "And what's she gonna say about me when you're the one with pages missing?"
"Errm, I dunno. She might split a beer with you for doing her a favour." Tongue stuck out, Esme grinned at the August. The nurse appeared unmoved and after a few awkward seconds, Esme relented. "Ok, come with me, but like let me go first through doors and stuff. I could never remember what the leg bone connected to so if I have to stick you back together we are both screwed. Kay?"
August blinked. It wasn't that he was unmoved; he was just a little too shocked to translate his emotions to his face. The sheer confidence Esme mustered, to just, fucking… go in there?! Without backup? He thought that he was dissuading her! Who the hell would want him as backup? And who the hell couldn't remember what the leg bone connected to! The femur was obviously connected to the tibia by the patel- "W-wait --" August squeaked meekly, much too quiet to stop Esme in her mission.
With the order of things settled, the former savage began pushing towards the side of the gas station, ducking behind cars, rubble or any cover she could find and motioning for August to do the same. Hopefully, anyone in the gas station wouldn't be looking out the windows, but why take the chance. If there was anyone in the gas station, them being surprised to see two reapers come through the doors was exactly how things needed to be.
It was as Esme ducked behind a car that provided the last decent bit of cover that she grabbed a chunk of broken paving slab. It wasn't exactly an elegant weapon, but it would do. Then it was just a matter of offering up a prayer to any god still willing to listen to her, flashing August a thumbs up and, finally, bursting from her hiding place and sprinting for the gas station door.
Frozen in place, August could think of at least a million ways this was going to go wrong. He had just wanted a walk. A normal, simple walk. If there was something awry, his plan was to completely turn around and head right back to the camper. Esme was picking up a slab of broken pavement and just going in!
"...Shit." August whispered, jumping from foot to foot in an effort to shake away nerves and grabbing a much more measly piece of pavement than Esme's, before ducking in after her.
with @Applo
The scenery was less than peaceful. Desolate, battered, depressing. August had resolved at first to keep his eyes outside rather than thumbing through every tool or going over every list, but it seemed to induce just as much anxiety as all the things he'd been trying to avoid. That last goodbye from the Watchman camped outside cemented the pit in his stomach. The point of no return, kindly marked out by a solemn salute.
At some point the scenery blended together in such a way that August pulled out his notebook and began to try sketching it. Even in the lens of the smudged graphite, August's picture of the view outside seemed much more hopeful than the barren roads that lay before them. Even the leafless tree seemed to be plotted in a winter wonderland rather than a wasteland.
When the camper slowed to a halt, he wanted so desperately to be able to jump into the world he'd created. But fresh air wasn't going to come from the paper, and if the camper trudged forward without August getting a moment to stretch his legs, he'd probably explode with nerves by the next time they stopped. In just the few moments he'd spent debating, it seemed most of August's small list of familiar faces had already left the camper.
He dwindled uncomfortably at the door, pencil twiddled between fingers, debating whether or not he was going to go alone or rush to catch up with someone else.
"You should watch that pencil. Those things will take your arm off if ya ain't careful." Esme slid out of the seat she had been lurking in and approached the fretting nurse, one finger held aloft. It was the finger she had accidentally stabbed with a pencil the previous day.
The former savage had planned to stay in the camper. The world outside the window was nothing new to her. In fact, it was far too familiar. The camper on the other hand. Well even before the world had gone down the toilet, she had never seen anything like it. The childish urge to look for secret compartments was hard to resist. She had thought she would be alone in her endeavour. It was a surprise to see the black haired nurse fritzing by the doorway when pretty much everyone else had left. Something was obviously bothering him and Esme gently reached out to pluck the pencil from his grasp.
"What's eating you cutie?" A dumb smile spread across the red-head's face. "If it is infected, you have to tell me. It is like the rules or something."
August jumped slightly at the voice that appeared behind him. He'd thought most everyone was gone by now, but managed to recover fairly quickly, straightening his jacket and looking to the pencil in his hand quizzically. "Take… my arm off? I don't think that's… possible." He murmured, trying to think of some way the pencil could leave him an amputee. No. An over exaggeration, most likely.
So he laughed meekly and tucked it behind his ear. "Well, I'd hope not at least. Then I'd have to reevaluate my medical knowledge." August swallowed and looked back outside. "Definitely not infected. Not yet, at least. I was just debating whether or not I wanted to take a walk or stay inside, is all."
"You been out in the world much since everything went all bitey?" Propping herself on a ledge next to the nurse, Esme stared at the world beyond the windows. "Way I hear it, this place is pretty safe; but if you haven't seen much of what it is like out there then you probably should go have a look or something."
At her question August paused, a few flashes of the past grazing his vision. "Not all that much." He offered, tone considerably more quiet. Bitey was… one way to put it. "I suppose I should. Do you, uh, care to join me?"
"Yeah sure. If you're up for having a savage lead you into dark alleys where no one will hear you scream, I am." Somehow the grin plastered across the red-head's face conspired to spread even wider. "I was just gonna see if there's any good chocolate hidden away in here anyway. Probs better if I don't. I will literally die if I split my trousers and have to spend the trip flashing my ass to the whole badlands."
August stared at Esme and blinked. A lot of scenarios had been thrown at him in the last twenty seconds, none of which sounded particularly enjoyable. Another strained laugh fell out of him, very clearly not amused by the prospect of being ledlead into a dark alleyway to never be found again. And he absolutely did not understand the jump from that to chocolate and split pants. The apocalypse hadn't gone on that long - was savage culture really so different? More likely he was just socially deaf.
After his awkward chortle died, he stared at the ground in silence for a moment before exiting the camper and shoving his hands in his pockets, hoping she would just follow after and continue to blabber enough to keep any stragglers away while he breathed in some air.
When she finished trying unsuccessfully to cram her fist into her mouth as her brain caught up with exactly what it was her tongue had said, Esme pushed herself off her perch and down the campers steps. August hadn't gone far by the time she caught up with the nurse. With no need now to run, the red-heads hands were tucked into her arm-pits against the cold.
"So where you wanna go? Whatcha wanna see? I'd bet that any salvage worth having is gonna be gone but ya never know."
August kept his vision ahead for the first few moments, jaw uncomfortably tight. It was definitely chilly, and he spared a glance to Esme as she hunched over from the cold, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her. He had a long sleeve underneath anyway, and didn't expect to be out long. "Don't need to see anything, really." August said with a hint of a sigh. "Was just trying to stretch my legs. Not sure if there's anything I… want to see. You know?" He would much prefer if this walk was uneventful as possible.
Their path bled away from the main road off to an empty side-street called Hunter's Road. Here, away from the former sounds of cars and machines and people cutting through the silence, here only the cacophonous whine of the wind lingered. That, and their lone dual voices resonating against the hollow, lifeless structures.
Naught had changed from the main road to the next. The derelict buildings remained. The dried husk of vehicles, though less in number, remained scattered across the roads, parked haphazardly in their owner's maddening pursuit to abandon them. August and Esme passed what looked to be a desecrated restaurant, and up ahead, a Speedway gas station hung in the forefront. A low glow emanated from the front window.
Hard forged instincts are powerful things. Esme knew something was off before her brain even registered the out of place glow from the petrol station. Artificial light meant power. Power meant people. And generally, out in the badlands, people meant trouble. It was an almost universal truth of the world these days. And here she was walking towards it like a dumbass, chatting with one of the few members of the team who had almost no business being off the camper.
A lone hand suddenly blocked the nurses path.
"Hey, like, could you wait here for two seconds. I wanna go check that light out." Even though her eyes were focused on the gas station window, the chipper tone of Esme's voice dipped not a jot. "I think Captain Summm- Um Peaches might kill me if I take you back with a a few pages missing,"
He hadn't noticed the dim glow of the gas station sign before Esme jutted her hand out in front of him, and August skidded to an abrupt halt in response. His gaze followed hers, and dark brows furrowed. Strange… surely it was a Reaper outpost, if it was running power? But wouldn't Peaches have notified them of it? Did that mean it was Savage territory? That… would not be the best news for their one hour pit stop.
"By yourself?" August muttered, not exactly thrilled by the idea of tagging along with her, but knowing well enough that going in alone wasn't smart. "And what's she gonna say about me when you're the one with pages missing?"
"Errm, I dunno. She might split a beer with you for doing her a favour." Tongue stuck out, Esme grinned at the August. The nurse appeared unmoved and after a few awkward seconds, Esme relented. "Ok, come with me, but like let me go first through doors and stuff. I could never remember what the leg bone connected to so if I have to stick you back together we are both screwed. Kay?"
August blinked. It wasn't that he was unmoved; he was just a little too shocked to translate his emotions to his face. The sheer confidence Esme mustered, to just, fucking… go in there?! Without backup? He thought that he was dissuading her! Who the hell would want him as backup? And who the hell couldn't remember what the leg bone connected to! The femur was obviously connected to the tibia by the patel- "W-wait --" August squeaked meekly, much too quiet to stop Esme in her mission.
With the order of things settled, the former savage began pushing towards the side of the gas station, ducking behind cars, rubble or any cover she could find and motioning for August to do the same. Hopefully, anyone in the gas station wouldn't be looking out the windows, but why take the chance. If there was anyone in the gas station, them being surprised to see two reapers come through the doors was exactly how things needed to be.
It was as Esme ducked behind a car that provided the last decent bit of cover that she grabbed a chunk of broken paving slab. It wasn't exactly an elegant weapon, but it would do. Then it was just a matter of offering up a prayer to any god still willing to listen to her, flashing August a thumbs up and, finally, bursting from her hiding place and sprinting for the gas station door.
Frozen in place, August could think of at least a million ways this was going to go wrong. He had just wanted a walk. A normal, simple walk. If there was something awry, his plan was to completely turn around and head right back to the camper. Esme was picking up a slab of broken pavement and just going in!
"...Shit." August whispered, jumping from foot to foot in an effort to shake away nerves and grabbing a much more measly piece of pavement than Esme's, before ducking in after her.