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Rainjay
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Corpus Christi - Texas
Naval Air Station Corpus Christi - Firefly Quarantine Zone
Vehicle Loading Warehouse
Naval Air Station Corpus Christi - Firefly Quarantine Zone
Vehicle Loading Warehouse
A firework? Lauren didn't know what Jane was mumbling about, but the other girl didn't stick around long enough for her to ask. She watched as her form disappeared, and from there, simply waited quietly, counting her breaths. Through a crack in the crate she could see her siblings and the Fireflies walking around, packing what looked like the last of the crates. They tossed around her name a few times before Cait turned, heading towards Lauren's crate.
"She'll be alright," Cait was saying. "She didn't ... She said she didn't want to see us off."
I can't believe they believed that.
Where was that distraction? Lauren could feel her heart beating harder and harder as her sister grew closer. She pressed against the side of the crate, hoping she could flatten herself out of view. In her mind, she was preparing an array of excuses; "I was going to surprise you!" or maybe "I didn't want you to change your mind". She wasn't quite sure if Caitlyn would buy it... But it didn't look like she had a choice. Above, she could see her sister beginning to reach over, casting a shadow over the ground beside where she hid. Swallowing hard, she began to jump forward when Cait jerked back to the sound of popping and explosions. The sky was dotted with faint, but discernible color.
"What was that?!"
"FEDRA?" her sister shouted.
"Shit!"
She heard retreating footsteps and the growing cacophony of disorganized Fireflies connecting en masse to go find the threat. Once the area cleared, Lauren inhaled sharp and ran across the opening towards the vehicles. The thud of her boots on the floor sounded loud, too loud. Quick, quick, quick!
The little nook was mostly empty, filled with a only a few duffle bags. Lauren threw herself inside, pushing around the bags to make space. There was a balled up blanket in the corner, tucked almost underneath the seats. It stank of mildew and gasoline, but she yanked it over herself, rearranging the packs to cover her legs and torso. Her head was angled so that it faced towards the seat, just enough airflow for her to breath. She could barely move.
It wasn't long until the Fireflies returned to the clearing, this time barking orders and moving with more vigor. She heard her sister first, then her brother, and the vehicle came to life. She instantly began to regret not bringing a pillow.
"Let's move out quick."
"What about the others? What if that was FEDRA? We've seen the tricks they play."
"It'll be fine. Everything'll be fine."
"And Lauren?"
"You're too paranoid, Cait."
"She'll be alright," Cait was saying. "She didn't ... She said she didn't want to see us off."
I can't believe they believed that.
Where was that distraction? Lauren could feel her heart beating harder and harder as her sister grew closer. She pressed against the side of the crate, hoping she could flatten herself out of view. In her mind, she was preparing an array of excuses; "I was going to surprise you!" or maybe "I didn't want you to change your mind". She wasn't quite sure if Caitlyn would buy it... But it didn't look like she had a choice. Above, she could see her sister beginning to reach over, casting a shadow over the ground beside where she hid. Swallowing hard, she began to jump forward when Cait jerked back to the sound of popping and explosions. The sky was dotted with faint, but discernible color.
"What was that?!"
"FEDRA?" her sister shouted.
"Shit!"
She heard retreating footsteps and the growing cacophony of disorganized Fireflies connecting en masse to go find the threat. Once the area cleared, Lauren inhaled sharp and ran across the opening towards the vehicles. The thud of her boots on the floor sounded loud, too loud. Quick, quick, quick!
The little nook was mostly empty, filled with a only a few duffle bags. Lauren threw herself inside, pushing around the bags to make space. There was a balled up blanket in the corner, tucked almost underneath the seats. It stank of mildew and gasoline, but she yanked it over herself, rearranging the packs to cover her legs and torso. Her head was angled so that it faced towards the seat, just enough airflow for her to breath. She could barely move.
It wasn't long until the Fireflies returned to the clearing, this time barking orders and moving with more vigor. She heard her sister first, then her brother, and the vehicle came to life. She instantly began to regret not bringing a pillow.
"Let's move out quick."
"What about the others? What if that was FEDRA? We've seen the tricks they play."
"It'll be fine. Everything'll be fine."
"And Lauren?"
"You're too paranoid, Cait."
San Antonio - Texas
Highway Pit Stop
First Day to Salt Lake City
Highway Pit Stop
First Day to Salt Lake City
So far, things seemed to be going... okay. They'd decided to stop for the night, settling on a relatively clear stretch of high way. Parked right outside of a large gas station, the group carefully walked through the building, a convenience store that had only been modestly cleared out. Once they were absolutely sure no Infected were lying in wait inside, the began to unpack their things for the night. Everyone had packed clothes, sleeping bags, blankets. It beat out sleeping on the tile.
Caitlyn made her way to the back of the sedan. There wasn't any good place for a shower here, but she'd packed a dry shampoo that Erik had found her a few months back. Hopefully, it'd do the trick. She grabbed for the bag, frowning when she found resistance. It was caught on something. She climbed inside the seat to investigate when she heard a shrill squeak.
"Ow!"
Lauren was sitting up from underneath a grimey, ratted blanket, recoiling from where Caitlyn had just stepped on her hair.
"Lauren? What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I, uhm..."
"For fucks sake, Lauren, whatever happened to staying at Corpus Christi?!"
Lauren sank back. Caitlyn never yelled at her like this. "I'm sorry... I--"
"You're going to get yourself killed out there!"
"What's going on?" Erik's face appearing behind Cait's shoulder, his eyes widening as he noticed Lauren. "Oh for God's sake... Come on. Get up."
Erik grabbed hold of his younger sister's arm, half pulling her from the floor and out onto the street. She stumbled about, her legs having fallen asleep long ago during the eight hour ride. She couldn't bear to look at Caitlyn, whose face was red with fury. Her brother didn't look any happier. There was a long silence between the three before Erik spoke.
"I hope you packed," he said finally, turning to haul his duffel from the sedan before slamming the door. "It'll be a long trip."
Caitlyn made her way to the back of the sedan. There wasn't any good place for a shower here, but she'd packed a dry shampoo that Erik had found her a few months back. Hopefully, it'd do the trick. She grabbed for the bag, frowning when she found resistance. It was caught on something. She climbed inside the seat to investigate when she heard a shrill squeak.
"Ow!"
Lauren was sitting up from underneath a grimey, ratted blanket, recoiling from where Caitlyn had just stepped on her hair.
"Lauren? What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I, uhm..."
"For fucks sake, Lauren, whatever happened to staying at Corpus Christi?!"
Lauren sank back. Caitlyn never yelled at her like this. "I'm sorry... I--"
"You're going to get yourself killed out there!"
"What's going on?" Erik's face appearing behind Cait's shoulder, his eyes widening as he noticed Lauren. "Oh for God's sake... Come on. Get up."
Erik grabbed hold of his younger sister's arm, half pulling her from the floor and out onto the street. She stumbled about, her legs having fallen asleep long ago during the eight hour ride. She couldn't bear to look at Caitlyn, whose face was red with fury. Her brother didn't look any happier. There was a long silence between the three before Erik spoke.
"I hope you packed," he said finally, turning to haul his duffel from the sedan before slamming the door. "It'll be a long trip."