One minute at a rolling boil will kill pretty much any waterborne bacteria or parasite. Ryan knew that—of course he did, it was basic science. Kid stuff. Still, that didn't stop him from boiling his water for two minutes, just to be safe. His eyes stayed locked on the raging pot of creek water, perched at a concerning angle over a small campfire, but his mind was elsewhere. It wasn't quite the safest thing in the world, for him to be out boiling water in the middle of the woods during sunset like this. He didn't really have much choice, though. His canteen was fine, but if he had to wear his clothes for one more day without washing them, he was going to just burn them and hope to find an abandoned suburb he could pilfer another set from.
Of course, he usually wasn't so lackadaisical about personal hygiene. He held himself to higher standards than that, and normally this would have been a daily routine. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much of a choice lately, having been run out of town with only the clothes on his back and a few hastily scrambled-together survival tools in a briefcase. Things like that tended to put a damper on personal routine. Still, despite the intense stress he had been in for the past three? Four days now? He couldn't recall, it didn't matter, he couldn't bring himself to feel much over it. Annoyance, maybe. This was a huge inconvenience on his life. Hatred? A bit. He had done so much for these people over the course of his career, and they ran him out over something he couldn't even control. Exhaustion? Always. God, he hadn't had a pot of coffee since he started this impromptu leave of absence. Only the exhaustion stood out to him now, though, a dull ache perpetually threatening to turn into a migraine wrapped around his skull like a python.
At least it was quiet here. Between the aggressive bubbling of the pot and the gentle flow of the rocky creek, the only other noises of note were bugs. The cicadas weren't out yet, he was grateful for that much, but the crickets still remained to sing lazily out-of-tune, and the occasional gnat or mosquito sometimes felt it appropriate to divebomb his ears. He made a note to scrape together some insect repellant. A lot of it had already long been scavenged, but he knew some settlements traded in it. If he got desperate enough, he'd just have to find out how to make his own. Beyond that, the trees overhead didn't offer much in the way of conversation, and neither did the orange-tinted light they allowed through their twisting branches and leaves. Compared to the constant office babble he dealt with at his old settlement, this was downright peaceful. Another bug skirted by his ear with that high-pitched drone, and he barely dodged smacking himself in the head just to kill it. Maybe they were equally as annoying, actually. He couldn't swat his coworkers though, so the woods were still winning.
He took his lab coat off and draped it over a large nearby boulder—making sure to clean it off prior to any of this, of course—and then took the pot of water off of the fire briefly to cool before pouring it over the once-white garment. Dirt ran out of the once-white fabric at a rate that made his lip curl in disgust, but at least it was getting done now. It wasn't enough to completely soak the coat, and he knew it would take several more rounds before he could actually wash all of his clothes. It would probably be dark by then. At least he would already have a fire.
As he collected another pot of water, the snap of a twig caught his ears. Damn, it couldn't have waited for a freshly-boiled pot? At least then, he'd have more defensive options. He set the pot on the fire to restart the cycle, then drew a knife from his pocket and stood with his back to the creek. It was honestly just a kitchen knife wrapped in fabric to keep it from stabbing him, but he knew it would do the job if he needed it to. He really didn't want to use option two, and option three was not an option for now. Besides, the footsteps sounded human. Humans generally didn't need the other two options. They all bled just as easily as he did. "Who's there?" he barked, his knife pointed into the thick underbrush in front of him. Admittedly, he had no idea how to fight with a blade. However, he had not gotten this far just to go down quietly to some random freak in the woods. "I know you're there, you're not winning this fight. Either go away or... Actually, no, just go away."
He wasn't sure what else he was about to offer the stranger, but the unconscious thought was rejected so hard by his brain that it was already wiped from existence by the time it made it to his tongue. The crickets fell silent with the increase in commotion, and his golden eyes narrowed as all he was left with were the footsteps, the creek, and those high-pitched wings in his ears. He just hoped they would pay attention to him and go away. As ready as he was to defend himself, he honestly didn't care for any of this. He didn't need another inconvenience in the parade of misfortunes that this week had given him.
Of course, he usually wasn't so lackadaisical about personal hygiene. He held himself to higher standards than that, and normally this would have been a daily routine. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much of a choice lately, having been run out of town with only the clothes on his back and a few hastily scrambled-together survival tools in a briefcase. Things like that tended to put a damper on personal routine. Still, despite the intense stress he had been in for the past three? Four days now? He couldn't recall, it didn't matter, he couldn't bring himself to feel much over it. Annoyance, maybe. This was a huge inconvenience on his life. Hatred? A bit. He had done so much for these people over the course of his career, and they ran him out over something he couldn't even control. Exhaustion? Always. God, he hadn't had a pot of coffee since he started this impromptu leave of absence. Only the exhaustion stood out to him now, though, a dull ache perpetually threatening to turn into a migraine wrapped around his skull like a python.
At least it was quiet here. Between the aggressive bubbling of the pot and the gentle flow of the rocky creek, the only other noises of note were bugs. The cicadas weren't out yet, he was grateful for that much, but the crickets still remained to sing lazily out-of-tune, and the occasional gnat or mosquito sometimes felt it appropriate to divebomb his ears. He made a note to scrape together some insect repellant. A lot of it had already long been scavenged, but he knew some settlements traded in it. If he got desperate enough, he'd just have to find out how to make his own. Beyond that, the trees overhead didn't offer much in the way of conversation, and neither did the orange-tinted light they allowed through their twisting branches and leaves. Compared to the constant office babble he dealt with at his old settlement, this was downright peaceful. Another bug skirted by his ear with that high-pitched drone, and he barely dodged smacking himself in the head just to kill it. Maybe they were equally as annoying, actually. He couldn't swat his coworkers though, so the woods were still winning.
He took his lab coat off and draped it over a large nearby boulder—making sure to clean it off prior to any of this, of course—and then took the pot of water off of the fire briefly to cool before pouring it over the once-white garment. Dirt ran out of the once-white fabric at a rate that made his lip curl in disgust, but at least it was getting done now. It wasn't enough to completely soak the coat, and he knew it would take several more rounds before he could actually wash all of his clothes. It would probably be dark by then. At least he would already have a fire.
As he collected another pot of water, the snap of a twig caught his ears. Damn, it couldn't have waited for a freshly-boiled pot? At least then, he'd have more defensive options. He set the pot on the fire to restart the cycle, then drew a knife from his pocket and stood with his back to the creek. It was honestly just a kitchen knife wrapped in fabric to keep it from stabbing him, but he knew it would do the job if he needed it to. He really didn't want to use option two, and option three was not an option for now. Besides, the footsteps sounded human. Humans generally didn't need the other two options. They all bled just as easily as he did. "Who's there?" he barked, his knife pointed into the thick underbrush in front of him. Admittedly, he had no idea how to fight with a blade. However, he had not gotten this far just to go down quietly to some random freak in the woods. "I know you're there, you're not winning this fight. Either go away or... Actually, no, just go away."
He wasn't sure what else he was about to offer the stranger, but the unconscious thought was rejected so hard by his brain that it was already wiped from existence by the time it made it to his tongue. The crickets fell silent with the increase in commotion, and his golden eyes narrowed as all he was left with were the footsteps, the creek, and those high-pitched wings in his ears. He just hoped they would pay attention to him and go away. As ready as he was to defend himself, he honestly didn't care for any of this. He didn't need another inconvenience in the parade of misfortunes that this week had given him.
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