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Nuclear <Kage/Kyra>

Post by Kyra on Thu Jul 16, 2015 10:48 pm

*Started on FB, here are the posts so far*

*Greyson=Kyra, John=Kage*



'August 23rd, 2018
21 Days after Boom
Approx. 7:00am
Its been so long since I've heard anything.
There's no birdsong, no sirens wailing, no voices to listen for. Even the wind seems silent. Everything's so still, it could drive someone mad. I found an old radio outside yesterday, and rigged it to run off whats left of the car battery. All I get is differing levels of white-noise. Still... it's better than nothing.
I'll need to go to the city today for more supplies. Last times run-in with those dogs didn't give me enough time to find anything useful, and food is scarce out here. A new battery and some medical supplies couldn't hurt either--can never be too careful. Especially now...
Look at me, planning it out. As if it still mattered; Mother would be proud. Who would have guessed it would take the end of the world for me to start caring about myself?'
A deep sigh escaped through the writer's nose, her delicate hands closing the hand-bound book with the pen still inside. She shuffled through a knapsack, careful of the tearing seams, and placed the journal carefully inside, shaking her head as she always did. What point was there in keeping a journal? There wasn't anyone around to read it--it wasn't like it made a difference to her survival. So why? Same reason for the radio, she supposed. To keep her sane.
The mousy girl stood with a groan, rubbing at her back and shoulders. Sitting so long always made her ache, and the damp barn shed she now called 'home' didn't help her arthritis any. She coughed lightly in the dusty air, scurring around the small structure as she gathered her 'Uniform' as she called it. A hand-stitched hazmat suit and an old gas mask, paired with an oxygen filter. She doubted the stuff still worked, but it made her feel safer when she needed to venture into the city and its toxic walls for supplies. When the gear was firmly strapped on, she reached into small black box, farther in the shed, and tucked secretly behind her sleeping mat. From within she brought out her father's old colt, cleaned and forever loaded. She had guessed long ago that dogs might not be her only trouble in this 'new world', so she kept the gun close to her at all times. Stuffing a few extra rounds into her pockets, the girl was off.
---
Entering the city was always the worst part...
The slow, but steady, erection of buildings, their creeping masses becoming bigger--and more broken--the farther she went in. In the days after the Boom, she had mapped out a small chunk of the city in her mind, tagging places where she could find food, or medicine, or really anything she thought could be useful. Moving carefully, she moved for one such hotspot; an old pharmacy on a street corner. She'd been here once or twice when the need arised; scraped knee, eye infection, etc. etc... this was the first time she had come here without need, however, something she didn't do often. Leisure trips weren't her thing.
After scrambling over some rubble, she slipped carefully past the broken glass of the front window and into the store. Scanning the aisles, she found a few key items (bandages, tape, lighters), before moving behind the counter. She whimpered at the bare shelving with dismay.
'Looks like they were stripped clean ages ago. Just my luck... this arthritis is killing me!'
With a sigh, the girl stood to leave, exiting the shop in the same fashion she had entered. As her shoes hit the pavement, she stopped on instinct. Something wasn't right... pulling the colt from her back pocket, she did a quick 360, searching for the source of her unease.
There! From an alleyway across the street. A... A dog? It looked like one, but something was... off. It didn't act like any feral dog she'd seen. Most were in packs, this one stood alone. Just... watching. It took a few paces closure, and she raised her gun, aiming between the eyes. She wasn't the greatest marksman... but even if she didn't hit it, maybe she could scare it off? She moved her pointer to the trigger, steadying her arm.
"Gggrrrr... GRRAAAUUGH!!" She hadn't even had a second to turn and face her attacker, only realizing a second dog was present as it hit her hard in the back, sending her sprawling across the pavement. Gritting her teeth against the sudden pain in her shoulder, she turned to see the second dog readying itself to leap again, its fangs aimed for her throat. Frantically, she grabbed for the gun that had fallen at her side, twisting away from the beast.
She gave a single scream, turned, and shot, the sound of the gun resonating ominously through the empty buildings.


August 23rd, 2018...21 days after the Explosion..."
A hiss of silent static, and the sound of something shuffling against a grainy flooring.
"...Not sure what time it is... still pretty dark out, with the clouds of dust over the skyline... Probably six or seven... Probably more about seven, I can see the sun trying to come up..."
/kkkkksssshh/
Footsteps fell lightly and quickly against the ground, sneakers making the debris crackle under the young man's weight. In his right hand he held a small voice recorder, his left hand holding onto the strap of the backpack resting on his back and shoulders.
"Going to explore further into the city... such a big place- might find something worthwhile this time. Going in about two miles... such a big city, maybe there'll be more stores on this side..."
He hadn't bothered with his radiation suit in a few weeks... it stopped working- ran out of ventilation and fell apart. He timed himself, counted his footsteps, looked at his watch whenever he went out of his shelter and into the city. If he stayed out less than an hour he would come back fine. More than that and he came back with a bit of fuzziness in his eyes, but any longer than two hours and he'd come home with a migraine and have to sleep it off for a few hours. Luckily his half-gasmask still worked perfectly, and the goggles he kept around his eyes also kept them from stinging whenever he entered the city for supplies.
Echoes caused him to look left and right, the deserted, tall empty buildings creating sounds all around him. Unsettling as they were, it kept him on guard- ready for anything. Every now and again he could hear the sounds of dogs yipping and barking with each other, but the sounds were much too far away to fear their closeness. The man's mind trailed to when dogs looked normal... he hadn't seen a normal canine in a while it seemed... most of the ones he'd seen on the side of the large city he usually scavenged around were hairless... spines and bones sticking from their malformed legs and faces. The explosion had done that to many creatures... it was a surprise they were even still alive, to be honest. He couldn't imagine it was much of a life for them after the bomb went off about a month ago. The sheer heat from it had evaporated bodies, those lucky enough to survive the initial set off had died soon after from radiation, their bodies unable to handle the sudden changes mutating their bodies. Corpses lay around, twisted and inhuman- barely recognizable as humans at all. He tried to ignore those sights, as rare at they were. If they hadn't been picked off by the packs of dog-creatures, then they would be taken apart by the birds that came in. While they didn't seem as morphed as the creatures on the ground, the birds did tend to have multiple eyes on their bodies.
Another glance at his watch.
"About a mile in... moving on to being out in the danger zone for approximately 25 minutes. No status changes so far... found a pharmacy- going in..."
He clicked off the recorder and put it in his front jean pocket, stepping in through a broken window of the pharmacy. He searched the shelves, the high ones that mostly hadn't been touched or looted just yet. He grabbed three bottles of Excedrin, finding that the migraine medicine took about three pills just to get him to feel some sort of fast relief whenever he returned to his shelter with a headache. With the bottles in his bag he continued to search for other needed items on his crumpled list. He crossed out the headache medicine with a short pencil, eyes searching the aisles. The young man used a plastic bag he found near the counter and filled it with bandages and vet-wrap, as well as a few cases of chapstick and soap. Once his personal backpack could hold no more he pulled out a duffle bag from one of the pockets- expertly folded to keep the most space possible- and shook it out. After a moment of searching the aisles, he jumped the counter and went to search the back stockroom. He found a plethora of things that had been completely untouched. Perfect.
He came back over the counter after making a personal note of this particular store. There had been a CVS on the side of the city he was used to walking around, but sometimes it was good to expand your stock, especially if this pharmacy had so much more to give. His duffle bag had been stuffed with two large jugs of peroxide, and four jugs of clean drinking water- a necessity only for it's purpose. He had running water- somehow- where his shelter was, and used that to bathe and cook with, but he didn't trust it enough to drink straight from. The thought of food made him crave a McDonalds burger and fries... hell- even a bad Burger King burger sounded great...
"Note to self, look for food supplies on way back..."
A scream resonated through the air, the man sharply turning his head in the direction it had come from. He'd only made it around the block, eyes looking down at his bag before he turned- not trusting the world enough to leave his things behind. Never leave your things behind... leaving important things behind meant a risk of death. So he turned, jogging towards the sound with all his stuff.
The sound of the gunfire turned his jog into a sprint, only setting his duffle bag down to cock the pistol in his right hand before shooting it dead straight center in the spine of the second dog.
His eyes searched the person on the street- she didn't seem too injured- she didn't seem mutated. That was good enough for him.
Quickly he pulled her up from the ground, throwing her over his shoulders in a fireman's carry and picked up her pack in his left hand. His strong legs jogged him over to where he'd set his duffle down and hauled that up in his left hand as well after adjusting the girl's pack on his wrist. The weight was heavy, and a burden, but it wasn't something he hadn't been used to at one point in his life. His right arm curled tightly around the girl's legs, keeping her atop his shoulders as he jogged as fast as he could in the direction of his shelter- on the complete opposite side of the city where this girl was used to.


A second shot, followed by a mangled yelp made the girl freeze, her colt gripped firmly in both hands. That... That wasn't her gun--what the hell was happening?!
Before she could manage getting to her feet, she felt herself being scooped-up and carried, landing with an 'oof!' over someone's shoulders.
'What the hell?!?' she cursed internally, staring wide-eyed at the man carrying her. Being in the position she was, she couldn't quite get a good look at him, and panic gripped her--the sort of inbred fear that kept people alive--and she began to fight against her savior on instinct rather than mal-intent.
"Let go of me! Goddamnit, LET ME GO!" She screamed, her voice rapsy and muffled. Partially due to her mask--the other part from lack of use. No need to talk when no one was around to listen. Well, no one until now at least.
She tried desperatley to remember all those 'women's defense' classes her mother had enrolled her in all those years ago. What to do when being abducted and what not. Letting her arms hang limp, she measured a short distance up from the man's left hip, just below the rib cage, and gave him the hardest blow she could manage. Which, admittedly, wasn't that hard... But hey, a noodle-armed 23 year old could try, right!? At least it would be enough to get his attention.
"Fuckin' put me down!" She cried, her fear cracking her voice and betraying her.


The man gave a sharp exhale, knees bucking slightly in his run. He stopped himself and immediately let the woman drop. "No time for this-!" He barked at her, tossing her her own pack back and fixing his backpack and picking up his duffle again. A glance back at the woman and he looked back towards the direction of his safety. Another glance at his watch.
At this rate he'd get back and experience a rather large headache. It would take another 45 minutes to get out of the city and to his sanctuary.
He didn't have time for her.
All the creeds and rights in his memory screamed at him not to leave her behind, but the throb of safety turned him away from her. If she could try and fight him, she'd be fine getting back to wherever she had come from. He needed to pick up a few last things to show into his duffle, but they could wait until he got closer to the edge of the city. A final glance and he was gone. Without the weight of the woman on his shoulders he took off in a run, turning corners and avoiding debris.
~~~
"10:24am... head pounding..." He spoke into his recorder, having put away his collection from the scavenging he'd done earlier. His shelter wasn't exactly beautiful, but it was well hidden and large. The man was hunkered down in a cellar connected to a half destroyed house. A chain fence wrapped, warped, around the perimeter, and he locked himself in every time he returned. The walk to the city took about an hour, so it wasn't rare to see him take a short break before entering the city of ruins and mutants.
"Found a McDonald's... most everything was molded over... kind of figured." The ex-soldier sighed, voice rough and raspy naturally. "-Though I found their freezer... Cooked a cheeseburger... doesn't taste like the old days, but hell I'll take it- it's a damn McDonald's cheeseburger." He gave a short laugh after lifting his thumb from the button on the small machine. The man cringed slightly at a pain behind his eye. He'd already taken three Excedrin pills, and a good slug of clean water... it'd probably be for the best if he just went to sleep for a while. Radiation was killer sometimes...
He walked to the back of the storage bunker, clicking on an old radio before lying down on the well sheeted mattress. The static sound of white noise lulled him to sleep most nights, unless he felt like listening to a CD.... but lately he just enjoyed the white noise. Strange how it reminded him of the sand blasting outside tents when he had been deployed years ago.
The man put one of his many pillows over his head, giving a groan of pain as the migraine twinged at the back of his eyes.


The girl caught her bag as it was thrown to her, making her stumble back for a moment. She glared after the man, still dazed by his sudden appearance. She watched, panting, as he sprinted down the street and out of sight. Even when she could no longer see him, she simply stood there... shaking.
Finally, the events caught up with her, and she knelt down, clutching her bag. A human... she had found another human... And not one of the crazies from when the Boom first fell. People who had succumb to the effects of radiation in a bad way--leaving them foaming husks of humanity that would snap and attack anything that got too close, till eventually they're brains couldn't take it anymore and they simply fell where they stood. She had watched one once... terrible mess he had made.
But this guy... he had been all there. He was human--like her. She stood suddenly, and started sprinting. She had to catch up with him, needed to find him. All those days of being alone, of being helpless, caught up with her and drove her faster. Some would argue that it wasn't entirely safe, a young woman running after a strange man who had a gun and, obviously, knew how to use it. But, then again, when was she ever making the safe decision? This guy had experience, that much was made clear to her, even if she didn't understand how--and despite her pride in taking care of herself for so long, she knew there was slim chances of her lasting long out here by herself. If anything... he was just another resource.
A pain in her shoulder made her pause, gripping the joint with a caught breath. She glanced down and saw the large bruising and road-rash from when she had fallen earlier, small chunks of asphalt digging into her skin and making it bleed. Damnit... no, it wasn't serious, but even a small wound left untreated could cause serious infection. And she definately didn't need that right now...
Indecisive, she looked after the direction the man had gone, and then turned to where her camp lay, a little ways into the hills that bordered the city. She knew it'd only be about a thirty minute jog to her shed, where she could use what few supplies she had to patch herself up... there was no telling how far the guy had gone, or if he even lived somewhere around here.
"....Damnit...." She huffed, hoisting her bag onto her good shoulder, and turned away from her pursuit.
'I'm not giving up,' she told herself, 'I'll just... have to wait until tomorrow... maybe he'll come back.'
She knew going into the city two days in a row was risky--while the effects of one day admist the radiation produced small ailments; headaches, rashes, trouble breathing--two days was something she hadn't attempted, and had no interest in learning the consequences of. Still... it was a risk she was willing to take if it meant she could see him again. With her plan in mind, she started her journey back to her shed.
--The next day--
'August 24th, 2018
22 days after Boom
Approx. 8:30am
I found someone yesterday--a real, breathing, honest to god human being. He saved me from a dog while I was out scavenging. He left me though... partly fault--I guess a kidney punch will do that to a guy. I'm going back into the city to find him. Hopefully, he's friendly...'
The remains of a headache pounded in the girls head as she put her journal away, once again dressing herself in her uniform and taking her father's colt from its safe box. She packed an extra case and the spare magazine of bullets in her pack, as well as what little food and water she had, and headed for the door.
She was going to find him... even if it took most of the day, she'd find him again. The force that drove her was too strong to give up, even when the odds stacked against her. Being utterly alone for that long would do that to a person... deprive then of all sense of reason.
She took the familiar route down to the city, the aching behind her eyes throbbing as she drew near the red zone. She tried to ignore it... despite a full night of sleep, she hadn't been able to shake the headache. It worried her, seeing as they never usually lasted more than a couple of hours, but she assured herself it would pass. She tried to focus on the mission ahead of her.
She retraced the events of yesterday morning to the spot where the man had left her, and then pressed on in the direction he had left. This was uncharted territory for her... she hadn't been this far ever, even before the blast. She pressed on until she thought she had reached where he had left her vision, and then stopped in the middle of an intersection.
'What now...?' She grumbled to herself.
Despite her better judgement, the girl reached to lift her gas mask over her face, taking a deep breath before it left her mouth, and lifted her face to the sky.
"HELLOOOOOOOoooo.....!!" She cried, jumping as her voice carried and echoed through the city with alarming clarity. Just another reminder of how empty the city was.... Placing the gas mask back over her face, she continued onward, the sound of the echoes bouncing around her skull, turning her headache into a small migraine... she pressed onward.


He woke up to static, as he had fallen asleep to it. The usual morning routine; brushing his teeth after taking a quick shower, air drying his short hair, and then checking the refrigerators he had hooked up to a power source to make sure nothing had spoiled or gone bad before eating a bowl of usually stale cereal and milk.
A quick check of the half destroyed house above the bunkered down cellar and then he was out in the open. All around him was nothing but sand and dirt. The explosion had obliterated the land, even outside of the city. Grass burned down to the root, trees toppled over and burned down. Everything around the abandoned house was gone- he was surrounded by nothing more than a desert now. Of course, there had already been a desert around the area, so it wasn't exactly new to the man to see sand.
John made his way to where he'd hidden his motorcycle, cleaning it off of dust after taking off the sheet. He's just put it in the half destroyed house after finding the thing broken down in the city about two weeks ago.
"...August 24th, 2018." He spoke into the recorder. "Going to go out and siphon some gas for this bike. Note to self, need another car battery for backup, backup was used this morning. Levels of energy seem efficient and stable. Also, look for two gas carriers this time- and enough gas for backup." He put the sheet back over the motorcycle and turned, fixing the empty backpack on his shoulders and making sure to pat the sides to feel for the neatly folded up duffle bag he'd refolded this morning for use- just in case he needed it.
"Might need another set of shelves... just in case I find more to stock. Can't have too much stock, after all..." He clicked off the recorder and set off towards the city once more. His pistol lay in its holster, strapped around his waist along with other various useful weaponry, and a multi-tool knife in his front pocket (a hunting knife hooked to the belt as well).
~~~
After about an hour and a half of walking, the city came into view. And a few more minutes after that, he was putting on his mask and goggles and stepping into the boundaries of where the explosion took place.
Twenty minutes in of walking around his side of the city he was used to, he'd found enough gas to fill two of the red carriers, and marked trucks and cars with spray paint once he knew they were full of more that he could use. After making sure the containers were securely tightened and sealed, he put them into a plastic bag he found blowing around and then into his backpack.
"Found what I was looking for, gas and battery secured. Found a semi-truck's battery, should last a long time, looks brand new..."
The man's head snapped to the side as he heard a distant voice echoing through the tall buildings. His eyes narrowed through his goggles before he started off in the direction of where he assumed it had come from.
Another ten minutes passed before he spotted a movement in the distance, stopping in his own steps to watch from behind a half demolished wall of a brick store building. Only a few minutes of spying and he recognized the figure as the woman's he'd seen yesterday. She had walked quite far from that side of the city... he couldn't blame her, the other side had more for him to gather, how could he blame her for wanting to look for more things to scavenge on this side? But she had called out... that type of move would be gutsy in an area filled with mutant animals, however, he had cleared a lot of those dogs out on his own a few weeks ago.
"..." The man stepped out from his hiding spot and lifted a hand in wave at the girl. He remained quiet, left hand resting cautiously on his hip- close to his belt.


It had been about an hour since the girl had entered the city. An alarming amount, for even a healthy person, but given her shaky state before entering the crumbling structures, she was surprised she was still on her feet. Even then, she was barely just. Greyson panted heavily through her mask, the sounds she produced reminding her of Darth Vader and making her chuckle in her dulled state. Her migraine from earlier had escalated into a full-blown, pounding, searing mess, and every step was labored as it sent new spikes of pain shooting through her skull. The slowly rising sun wasn't helping. While it was hidden behind layers of nuclear ash, it still managed to burn bright enough to be a nuisance to the suffering girl. But she had to keep going... she had to find him.
She had called out a few more times since entering farther into the city. In her blur-minded state she managed to deduct that she had nearly reached the other side, as the shorter, more thinly dispersed buildings suggested. She pressed onward still, despite every fiber of her being begging her to turn back, to turn back home.
'Cant go back... I need to find him... I need to make sure he's okay...' she thought foggily. Who was she looking for again? Didn't matter--she needed to find him.
Flashes of heat began to ripple over the girl, and she feared a fever coming on. In depseration, she reached into her pack and drew out a water bottle--empty. Her drinking water was gone. Uh-oh...
On any other day, when she wasn't a babbling, shaking mess, lost in an unfamiliar part of the city, Greyson would have simply started looking into and around different stores and housings for fresh water. Maybe even find a soda if she was lucky. But she wasn't exactly right in the head at the moment... cotton-mouthed and aching as she was under the hot sun, her head threatening to split under the intense pressure caused by radiation exposure, the only course of action she could think of was to sink to her knees, small tears of defeat slowly starting to form around her eyes.
"No..." was the only word she uttered.
A small movement to her left caught her eyes, and she turned her head toward it--her hand immediately reaching for the gun in her pocket just in case. But the figure was.... human? It was hard to tell with her vision blurred in a mix of tears and her still-increasing migraine. Yes... a man. He looked so familiar. A sudden wave of realization hit the delusional girl.
"D-DANNY!!" She cried, standing quickly and attempting to rush toward the man. The sudden movement proved too-much for her weakened limbs, however, and she crumbled to the ground, still reaching for the man in front of her. "Danny.... help...."
With that, her limits were reached, and she fell into a deep sleep, eyes closing with relief. She found him....


"--!!" The man sprinted, dropping his duffel bag to the ground beside where the girl had fell and, with a quick glance around, lifted the goggles up from his eyes and stared down at her. His hand went to her forehead after he ripped off her gasmask, putting a piece of ripped cloth around her nose and mouth to give even a slight bit of filter to the stagnant air around them. His voice was hoarse as usual when he began to speak.
"Don't worry, I've got you-" He started, the man looked around, squinting against the stinging, burning sensation in his eyes. They were closer to his base than the other side of the city... He had to take her back.
Without another thought, and with a strong creed ringing through his memory, John hoisted the woman back up into his arms and then swung her around his neck like a scarf, once again keeping her in the fireman's hold. He picked up his duffel and started off at a brisk pace towards home base.
~~~
Several hours passed, the man's own head throbbing but not as fiercely as he believed this woman's had been. The second he'd secured and locked down the cellar doors he set down his things and then the things the girl had been carrying on her own back. He set to taking off the rest of the suit she'd been wearing, leaving on the clothes she'd worn underneath, and then stripping her of her weapons- placing them in her backpack.
Once those tasks were completed, he moved on to the tub he'd set up in the large underground area he called base. It was really like a basement, more than a cellar, but it wasn't connected to the house from underneath- you had to exit by the cellar doors and then proceed into the house. At first the water he pumped manually- achieved by rigging the pump down in the basement and moving around a few pipes he had to repair in the first place in order to get any water at all- had been brown and dirty, but that was nothing new. After a few more minutes of pumping and clear water began to fill the basin of the tub. John picked the woman up and placed her, clothes and all, into the cool water, running his dirty hand across her forehead and feeling the burning skin.
One he was sure she was safe floating in the water, he stepped over to his shelves of medicine and pulled out a few bottles. Two Motrin pills lay in his palm, as well as an Excedrin to help kick the migraine that no doubt ripped through her skull. While it might have been a little much with the Motrin, it was better than her dying a terrible pain-induced death. He poked the pills down her throat and then washed it down with a bottle of fresh, clean, drinking water he'd taken as well. While it hadn't been refrigerated (as he'd just picked it up today, found in a superstore) it would still help her body rehydrate from being out in the hot sun for hours.
Now all he had to do was play the waiting game.


The girl dreamed vividly as she was cared for, her subconscious blocking out the signals from the world around her with bright colors and pictures from seemingly random parts of her life. They started with when she was young, planting bulbs in the garden with her mother. She had always loved gardening... then jumped forward to her first days of middle school, being teased and bullied for her stature, and her dress, and really anything the other kids could find that was even the slightest bit different. But there had always been someone there, protecting her from the worst of it. They moved hurriedly forward to her later high school years, ditching class to go hotwire cars with the 'bad kids' that she called friends, and eventually ending up in Juvie for it. A little closer to present now--entering an auto-mechanics program for troubled kids and flourishing in it. Her instructor said she had a real talent for the stuff... Her final project had been restoring someone's old corvette. Someone special... Finally, her dream-journey took her to just a few weeks before the blast. She was standing in an airport, but without luggage or traveling attire. The memory was meloncholy--someone was leaving, for a long time... She turned in her memory to see a young man, brown haired and freckled like her, waving to her from the boarding line, clad entirely in camo and carrying a large duffle-bag. He said something that she didn't quite catch, but she smiled and waved back, a small sob racking her body. "Goodbye, Danny!"
"Danny!"
The girl jerked forward, waking violently as her dreams ceased. She was immediately greeted with a searing pain behind her eyes, that pulsed through her skull with a vengeance.
"Uuuaghhh...." She groaned, moving to cradle her aching head in her hands. It wasn't until she felt her wet palms touch her burning forehead that she even realized she was in water. "What the...?" She glanced around her with squinty eyes, trying to remember how she had ended up in... in a bath tub...? She didn't own a bath tub... Much less the amount of water required to fill a bath tub. The pain in her head receded just enough to let her look around at her surroundings. A cave...? No, a basement... Way to big to be her little shed. How had she ended up here? Where /was/ here?
It was then she remembered her mission from earlier that day, and how she had wondered for hours until she had eventually collapsed. But she had seen someone... had they brought her here? She looked around, more focused now, and had to hold back a small scream when she saw the man. Jesus! How long had he been there? Looking more closely at him, she recognized the man from yesterday, the one who had saved her.
"I-Its you..." She managed to squeak, her voice small and hoarse just as much from her dehydration as under use.

The man sat quietly on the small wooden step stool off to the side, looking over as the woman jostled in the water and sat up. "Aye, you're awake." He muttered, standing with a low grunt, knees creaking as he stood. A short pat of his pants and he went over to the tub, reaching in and hooking his hand around her upper arm, pulling her free from the water and handing her a large towel.
"I don't have any clothes that'll fit you, but uh... Here- this'll keep you warm down here until you dry off..." His gruff voice traveled as he stepped away, into another section of the large basement and then returning with his army uniform coat, handing it over to the girl.


Greyson flinched when she was lifted out of the tub, the action taking her by surprise. She wasn't use to so much... contact. Even before the blast, she hadn't been a touch-y person. The occasional hug or high-five, sure, but only from family and close friends. Personal space was a big thing with her, especially after being alone for so long.
"Thanks..." She muttered, taking the towel and gently patting herself down. As she wiped the water droplets away, she marveled at her clean skin, touching the soft flesh of her forearm, transfixed. How long had it been since she had had a bath? She hardly recognized the sprinkling freckles against her pale skin, or the tattoos that suddenly leapt out on her abdomen and inner wrist. She touched at the one on her wrist--two roses intertwined with their own thorns. Underneath, a name and a date; Danny Greyson, July 15th, 2018. The day he had left.
The girl was snapped from her thoughts as the man handed her his jacket, and she took it distractedly, staring at the military-grade coat.
"You a soldier?" She asked, setting the jacket to the side for a moment, along with the towel, as she moved to the hem of her shirt. God, she hated wet clothes... The sooner they were off, the better. She didn't mind the chill in the underground base--it actually felt rather nice compared to the overly-hot shed she was used to--but clingy damp close were not okay.
Without a second though, the girl lifted the black mid-drift she was wearing up and over her head, exposing a sports bra underneath. It was soaked through, but she decided it might be best to keep in on for a while... public decency and what not. Her khaki shorts were next, followed by her socks. She didn't pause as she began to wipe off the newly-exposed skin, nor did a single wave of akwardness or indecency roll off her. Just because she didn't enjoy touching didn't mean she was shy about her body--the opposite actually. Besides--the guy had been with her unconcious body for who knew how long. If he had wanted to do anything to or with her, he'd of done it by now.
Satisfied, Greyson folded and placed the towel on the nearby stool, and took up the jacket, pulling it onto her slim shoulders.
"Jeez..." She grumbled, slightly annoyed as the thing went down to just above her knees. She was forced to roll the sleeves up a little more than half-way to make any use of her arms, and buttoned it all the way to the top... and still the thing sagged on her. She pouted slightly, 'Okay, either this guys a giant, or I'm way smaller than I thought I was...' Her pride immediately voted for the former.
She turned to the man, feeling ridiculous but trying to contain it, and asked "So whats your name, anyway? Please don't say Joe..."


John nodded his head at the question. "Six years a soldier, yeh." He muttered, turning and looking through the food shelves for something to eat. He doubted this girl had had anything worth while as far as food went, so he needed to find something hearty.
After sniffing a few potatoes and throwing three into a bucket to replant later, the man used his knife to chop them up and put them into a slightly rusted pot on his make-shift stove top. Thankfully he had found a house that had a gas stove, and was able to repair what had been blown up by the explosion.
The water bubbled and simmered, John plopping the potatoes into the water to let them cook before he pried open a can and handed it to the girl with a fork already stuck in it. Sitting in the can, surrounded by its own juicy syrup, had been sliced peaches. "Eat," He insisted, sitting down on a crate and wiping a fork on his pants before eating his own can of peaches.
"... My name is John."


Greyson made a face as she was handed the can--more so at being ordered to do something than the actual food. You could say she had a slight problem with authority, yeah.
'Tch, pushy...' she grumbled inwardly, though began to eat the sweet fruit gratefully. She couldn't help it as a small groan of ecstasy escaped through her nose as the flavor hit her mouth. 'Oh my, god... real food~!"
It was true, she wasn't the best when it came to finding edibles. She'd only survived this long thanks to a snare she had set up a couple of miles into the woods around the city. Even though the trees were barren and devote of life, she still caught a critter every now and then that fed her for another day. Her stomach gurgled loudly as it received the first real food it had had for a while. She blushed and turned away, gazing around the small 'home' so she had an excuse for avoiding the man's gaze.
"John, huh?" She mumbled through a mouthful. What were 'manners' again? "Fitting. Quite a place you got set up for yourself, by the way."
She glanced back in his direction, a small flicker of mistrust in her eyes. She'd gone by it for years, why stop now? "My name's Greyson."


"It's just an underground basement," he shrugged. "I admit I expanded it after some hard work, but I rarely actually go up and use the house... it's half destroyed, all it had to offer was a few things, like the stove and the mattresses..." The man looked around. "Oh, and the bathtub." He muttered passed another few slices of peaches, drinking the juicy syrup down after the can had been emptied of solid foods.
"Think I'll build a shower next, just need some glass... there's a huge hardware store in the city, but it's... at the center..." The solider paused, thinking of the first time he'd traveled to the center of the city and what he'd seen. "But... that'll happen eventually." Another shrug.


The girl nodded, finishing her fruit as well and sipping on the juice. When John mentioned the center of the city, the girl shuttered. Thats where it had hit... where the worst of the damage was--both physical and biological. If you had been at the center when the boom hit, and had survived, well... may god have mercy on your tortured soul. Greyson had never personally been there--but the things she had seen, had heard, coming from that place made her never want to venture there, not if her life depended on it. Going to that place must be a death wish, and the girl thought he was crazy for even considering it. But, it couldn't be the only hardware store around, could it?
Grey thought for a moment, then turned back to the man with quizzical eyes. "Do you know where 32nd and State is? Near the old park, I think... Its farther, closer to my side of the city--but there was a little do-it-yourself store there on the corner. I used to go the automotive store next to it. I'm not sure if either are still standing, but... well, we could check it out."
By now, the girl was beyond excited. Adventuring new parts of the city had become a sort of new hobby of hers. And the bullet to her pride after having to be rescued still needed to be remedied... Had it not been for the small remainder of a headache, reminding her of her previous adventure out, she probably would have gathered her things then and there and been off.

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Post by Kage on Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:16 pm

John's eyes flickered to the young women, interest sparked in those dull irises. "You don't say? I'd be more willing to try there first. This house has a shitty old SUV, it'd be perfect to tote around large objects like slabs of glass," the man put a hand to his jaw and nodded to himself. Not yet had the shock come to him from finding this living, breathing, non-mutant woman in the city. It would come to him later, most likely when he was trying to sleep with his radio running and the music playing to calm his dark thoughts.

Another silent set of nods to himself and he lightly smacked his fist into an empty palm. "I say we do it. I could build the shower- it would prove to be cleaner than soaking in a bath of nasty water just to feel clean..." he nodded again, looking up at the woman. "If there's things like glue sealant then that'll be good too... I could break down some more walls, see if there's cement- seal the cracks afterwords- build you a room--....er..." He looked away, scratching his short brown hair, white strands prominent against the colored stubble. "...Would you want to stay here? I can understand not wanting to after such an... event, but still..." He looked up, eyes serious and at the same time... yearning. "It's been a while since I've had someone to protect and take care of. I would consider you a battle buddy... those are always important to have, you know." He stifled a depressed chuckle, remembering the face of his battle buddy as he disinterested into nothing due to the blast. His memory fuzzy, the man's face was blurry in his mind... and yet he still saw that encouraging smile. Man... he wished his battle were here with him, the two nearly best friends- keeping each other sane when deployed, and when they got back to this 'real world' where fighting and explosions weren't the every day norm.

John sighed lowly, hiding his face in his large hands.
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The girl smiled at his interest. Nice to know he had the same excitement in him--even if it was for the spoils rather than the adventure. It was nice to share emotion with something. 

"...." She stared for a moment when the idea of living with this man came up. Immediately, her mothers disapproving tone chimed into her head, as it did sometimes, and warned her away. But her heart leapt at the idea. She wouldn't have to be alone anymore. But it would also give her something to lose... she'd already lost so much--she thought everything was just gone by now. But here he was...

She gritted her teeth in the next moment, though. Protect? Take care of? Who did this guy think he was? She wasn't some damsel in distress!! Ok, maybe she had needed saving--but those were flukes! She could totally take care of herself. She was about to tell him off, but stopped herself. Battle... buddy? Thats what she'd be to him? She remembered Danny mentioning them once or twice... She'd been jealous of his, at first--because they were so close. But after a while, she got to be his friend too. She looked at the man in a new light just then. Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad. Staying here... 

"I... I wouldn't mind," She said, a smile breaking out over her freckled cheeks. She did a small 360 of the place. Was this her new home then? At least she had someone to share it with this time. A musing hum came from her lips and she patted her cheek in thought. "I can manage this, I suppose. Gonna need a woman's touch though~"

She turned, grin spreading as she addressed the man. She placed a hand on his head, gently ruffling his hair, as if he was a child that needed assurance. 

"Battle Buddies it is then," She smirked. "On one condition though...." She stepped back and motions toward the oversized coat with irritation. "We gotta stop by my old place and get me my clothes."
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Post by Kage on Tue Jul 21, 2015 2:25 am

John's eyes stared at the floor in a deadpan, yet slightly wide-eyed stare. His mind races, heart pounded against his chest... if he hadn't been interrupted by the pat on his short haired head, he would have spiraled into a large scale PTSD attack.

His eyes blinked for a moment before he stood, patting off his knees and lifting his arms into a tall stretch. At the comment on his jacket he looked it over, realizing that the girl had literally been eaten alive by the heavy clothing. He gave a raspy chuckle and rubbed the back of his head. "Er, yeah sure. I'll see if I can get that SUV up and running- we can knock out two things in one day. Get whatever things you need, and then raid that warehouse for supplies."

The soldier stood, keeping a hand at the back of his neck as he shook his head to clear his mind. He unlocked the cellar doors and pocked his head outside, squinting against a light breeze that kicked up a bit of sand towards him. Nightfall would come soon, so they wouldn't be able to go now, but he could at least get things started for when they left in the morning.
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Greyson sucked the inside of her cheek at his response. She wanted to ask if something was wrong--he seemed kind of out of it for a moment there--but decided it wasn't her place. Whatever demon's this guy was running from, she'd learn about in her own time. Obviously they'd be spending a lot of time together from now on. The thought made her a little happier. She wouldn't be alone anymore...

She perked at the mention of fixing the SUV. Car work? Jesus, was it Christmas or was this guy some sort of miracle worker?

"It needs work?" She smiled, her excitement evident. In her long weeks alone, Greyson hadn't been able to find a vehicle worth fixing--not that an old SUV was worth it in her mind, but at this point she just wanted to feel oil on her hands and a wrench in her fingers. "I don't mean to brag, but... I'm a practiced mechanic--went to school for it and everything. Maybe I could take a look~?"

The glint in her eyes made it clear that she'd be having more than a look at it, whether he said no or not. There was nothing on god's green earth that could keep Grey from a car that needed fixing~
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