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despairfolk2013-11-03 03:21 am
denarius) wrote in despairfolk2013-11-03 03:21 am
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.
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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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?
i hate you no tsundere
no you dont
yes i do
TWO YEARS LATER
HELLA
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