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closed; zombieverse because fuck me but not literally god

[ you talked me into this im going to Nd you.

the air smells like rust and blood, no matter how much silver wipes at his nose to wash away the smells. it stagnates, choking his breaths, and leaving nothing but its own putrid scent behind. it's enough to make him gag, so he slips the mask back on over his head and tries to breathe a little easier. it helps, but it's probably more of a placebo, based on how much he's inhaled to begin with.

the shelter that he and gold had managed to scrounge together isn't too far from here, and he's due to return in a short period of time. can't be too reckless, he reminds himself, when gold's leg makes him more anxious than usual. this is gold's job, he's just taking over for the time being. no wonder why the mask is so loose around his head, then.

he fixes the strap on the backpack that's falling apart, and breaks into a run before the zombies get him. two years ago he would have laughed at the possibility of nuclear fallout, but here he was, running from them to spare himself the energy.

silver pushes the door to their lodgings (silver refuses to call it home because it's not home and lyra's gone) and drops the bag of cans at his feet, kicking the door open with the back of his foot. he rips off the gas mask and throws it at gold's backside. ]

Hey. I'm back.

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[ he has no idea how he's going to explain this to silver, gold realizes with a pang of guilt, right as he's peeling back the bandage on the still-oozing tear ( bite? ) in his leg. with how little they've had to interact in the past day, it's been easy enough to hide, but he can barely even feel his leg now, so he figures the cat's gonna be outta the bag sooner than later.

the noises that announce silver's return nearly make him jump as he's rearranging the dressing the way his companion had originally applied it, his hands not as complying as he'd like them to be. gold nearly calls out a "welcome home!", but it's replaced with an "oomf!" as the mask greets him with a hit to the shoulder.

there's a delay before he turns around to frown at silver, trying to ignore the numbing sensation that's overriding any function in his leg, but trying harder to keep it out of silver's realization. ]

Jeez--! I never threw shit at you when I got back from gettin' stuff.

[ gold tosses the mask back in return, and hey let's try to obscure that bite from view because gold is pretty sure flesh and stuff isn't supposed to be black? shit. ]

You find anything cool?

Just the usual.

[ silver catches the mask and sets it beside the backpack full of cans, and begins to unload them. cans of pecha berries here and there, oran berries, and an unsurprising lack of meat. by now, silver doubts there's even any raw meat left in johto for them to cook. the rations were bad enough, but this? nothing compares to this.

there's something wrong with gold, silver notices, as the other leans over to pick at his leg. the redhead lets out a small growl. he dressed that wound before he left, it's too soon to be picking at it and wasting bandages already! he would let it go, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't able to find bandages that weren't already soiled. ]

Don't pick at it!

[ he carries over the cans of stuff to the counter. there was food, at least, enough to last them a couple of more days. as he crosses over the fireplace, he tosses a couple more blocks of wood into the burning mantle.

there was shelter and food, but for how long? everyone just upped and left, and it didn't seem like help was coming any time soon. silver glances over at the small window and frowns. ]

Do you think help will be coming?

[ with a groan, gold rolls his eyes and tries to sit up a bit more, surveying the contents of the supplies silver's hauled in. it's decent, sure, but he notices there's less there than what he'd brought back for them the first few times. if supplies are already running low this fast, maybe this sort of outcome is for the best?

he hears the bark of disapproval from silver's direction, and isn't surprised that there's no bite that follows it, but pulls his hands away from the wound all the same, raising them in a mock-surrender.]

I'm not! I'm not doing anything, see? You can stop worryin' so much.

[despite the joking, gold follows silver's gaze to the window, swallowing hard. the optimist in him wants to assure him that they'll be rescued in no time at all, but he can't get over the mental block that's telling him he won't even make it to tomorrow. ]

You think they don't got it under control in the bigger cities, Silv? They'll find us eventually. [ gold wants that to be the end of the topic, though, just so he can still believe it for a bit longer. ]

What's our gourmet dinner for tonight?

Edited 2013-11-03 10:22 (UTC)

[ something's wrong with gold's leg. it had been hard to otice moments before, but now that gold's hobbling over to look out the window, silver starts getting ideas. it doesn't seem to be the result of the wound, a laceration, perhaps? he can't quite remember what it looked like when his urge was to treat it immediately. it was bleeding, silver knew that much. ]

Help yourself.

[ he shrugs over to the small mound of cans, but he himself stares out the window for a bit longer before trailing his gaze towards gold's bad leg. he bites his lip, playing with the zipper to avoid looking into gold's eyes. it's highly likely something is wrong in the city, which is why nothing's happened except for the prowling pokemon in the streets.

he needs a distraction. ]

Show me your leg, Gold. It's bugging you, isn't it?

Don't even think about dressing it yourself, I've seen your handiwork.

[ he says the last words with a sneer. it's so quiet around here, lately. it isn't too hard to incite a fight to get some more life around here when everything is in these stages of decay.

he misses lyra. ]

[ He couldn't get up and hobble over to the pyramid of cans even if he wanted to, he realizes as Silver gestures over to it. Gold is grateful that Silver is distracted by the window until suddenly he's not, and oh shit. ]

N-no, no no, it doesn't hurt! I don't feel anything! The bandage is fine, see? I wasn't even pickin' at it, so it's alright! You don't have to worry 'bout it--

[ The words are sputtered out of his mouth in a rapid-fire, the sense of emergency in protecting Silver from the truth more urgent than ever. Silver himself doesn't seem like he's in a good mood, and what kind of friend would Gold be to make things worse?

In an attempt to recover, he switches back to something closer to his usual carefree tone, but even he can pick up the strained notes throughout. ]

I mean, I'm not that lousy at it, jeez, Silv--

Show me the wound.

[ At this point Silver's voice sounds like a warning before he tear into scrutiny over Gold's leg. If it wasn't suspicious enough that Gold was agitated by it, more so than usual to be natural, the way Gold is viciously trying to defend himself isn't settling any of his nerves.

He snatches a roll of half used bandages off the floor, probably one of their last, and steps towards Gold. He stops a little bit before he's closed the distance, a good step or two away, and holds the roll in front of him like a peace offering. ]

Any century now, Gold.

[ As Silver walks towards him, Gold can't help but instinctively rear back defensively, knocking his wound against the leg of the chair he's been leaning on. He can barely stand without it, let alone walk, and as soon as his balance shifts, Gold scrambles to sit down, hitting the seat of the chair with a harsh smack. ]

Ow, ow, crap-

[ It's no use- the agitation of the wound leaves the rest of the applied bandage stained in what would look like blood, if not for the discoloration it holds. Instantly, Gold's eyes widen as the cat very much lets itself out of the bag, glancing between Silver's face and the blood oozing from his bandage.

Despite himself, he laughs, high and nervous. ]

You, uh, probably won't need those, Silv.

[ Silver's eyes fall upon the bloody bandage. It wasn't supposed to be healed but the wound was supposed to be closed at least for the time being, and if it was open again then Gold probably decided to walk on it like a moron. ]

I told you to stay off of it! Of course it's going to-

[ Deciding for whatever reason to glance at it again, Silver's stomach drops and the roll of bandages falls with it. Blood, sure, ok, whatever, that would heal in time, but the discolouration confirms the uncomfortable feeling he's been trying to hide this entire time.

He abandons the roll of bandages on the floor and closes the gap to seize Gold's shoulders instead, squeezing them tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white and probably bruising the skin underneath. His voice cracks when he opens his mouth again. ]

Why didn't you tell me sooner?! We could have done something--!

[ There's no universe where this could ever go over well, but he isn't prepared for how badly Silver is taking this. The roll of bandages goes unthought of the moment it leaves Silver's hands, now squeezing Gold's shoulders hard enough to make him yell out in pain, trying to push him off. ]

Ow, S-Silv, stop! [ Any trace of laughter from his voice is long gone once the weight of Silver's distress settles on him. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen, and yet- ]

I didn't want you to worry about it! You were stressed out already so I figured I'd just handle it myself, I didn't think it'd actually get worse!

[ He stops squeezing the moment he feels Gold's resistance, though his hands remain on Gold's shoulders to keep himself steady despite the amount of trembling he's doing. Silver swallows, unable to formulate a response with his throat now dry. Eventually, speaking again with his voice still cracking, Silver tries to argue again. ]

But it did get worse-! And was I not supposed to worry about it if you couldn't walk!?

[ Inhale. Exhale. Silver's eyes focusing on the axe they use to bolt down the back door. ]

What do you want-- no, what can we do about it now?

Edited 2015-09-06 05:09 (UTC)

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