Tasteless
Boink Bean
Kylee Fey
Location: abandoned cabin|| Mood: exhausted - stressed || Mentions: n/a|| Tags: n/a
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Her hands feebly cling to his, she can feel the sturdy hands pulling her by her shoulders. People were yelling, but she couldn't hear them. All she could see were his blue eyes, they were filled with pain and sadness as they pulled him away from her. His fingers interlaced with hers for mere seconds, before he was swept away by the military personnel. She opens her mouth yet she can't hear her own cries, as she is pulled away by the same personnel who had stolen her love. Kylee turns on one of them, her blood boiling despite the stinging tears in her eyes. She reaches up towards the mans throat, then her world goes dark. ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
She opens her eyes, clinging to the loose fitting shirt around her chest. Tears sting her eyes as she blinks away her dream, which was reoccurring every night. She swallows hard as she looks around the dark cabin, she can hear the faint calling of the birds in the distance. It was morning, again. A sigh shudders through her, her mind wandering back to the day. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply for a moment. If she was going to find him, she couldn't let her mind wander from her mission.
Kylee very carefully pulls herself out of the musky sheets, making her way across the cabin as she begins to reorganize her items. She had managed to gather up a decent amount of supplies, including very basic medical supplies. She shakes her head as a wave of nausea racks her body. She hesitantly pulls out an anti-nauseating medication she managed to find in an abandoned pharmacy. She swallows down one pill, shuddering softly before she continues to pack her supplies. She places the last few cans of food she had into the bag, along with antiseptic,
a few pill bottles and bandages.She finally grabs the few old water bottles she had been reusing for the last few weeks, her fingers gently squeeze the thinning plastic. She sighs, they wouldn't last much longer.
She slings her backpack over her shoulders, as she is using her nails to comb through her hair, fixing it into a loose ponytail. Her gaze catches on a small black case. Kylee slowly lowers herself onto her knees and gingerly opens the case. Inside was the last thing her husband left her before he was taken from her, a SIG Saucer p226. She carefully runs her fingers over it, feeling the cold metal that could end a life in mere seconds. She grits her teeth and lifts it out of its encasing, turning it over in her petite hands. She inhales, and checks the clip and chamber. It was prepped for anything, just like he had left it for her. She hadn't needed to use it, she preferred running and it had gotten her this far. She gently tucks it into her waistline, before placing the few other magazines into the side pocket of her bag.
As quietly as possible, she carefully unlocks and peeks out of the cabin. The rush of morning air greeted her warmly, she inhales and exhales as she glances around. The forest around the cabin was silent, as usual. She felt comforted knowing she had a weapon ready at any moment, yet she couldn't allow herself to become cocky. She shuts the cabin, bidding a silent farewell before she turns and begins to silently trek through the foliage.
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Logan Grey
no slide
He feels the sand crunch under his boots, moving steadily beside his buddy. The sun beats down on them, and Logan gently runs his thumb over his rifle as he looks into the distance. Movement catches his eye, and he slows down while his buddy continues the rounds. He squints against the sun, attempting to focus on the movement. A vehicle was parked in the distance, and Logan felt his breath hitch in his throat. He looks toward Myers, who had pulled ahead a few meters. "Myers!" he shouts. His buddy looked back at him, taking another step and Logan felt his world slow down. He lunges towards his buddy, panic welling in his throat yet it was too late.
A blast shook his world.
Logan lurches awake, "fuck." he mutters, looking around the dimly lit apartment. He runs his hands over his forehead, the cold sweat beading his skin. His mind wanders to when he was Afghanistan, how he didn't protect the one person who had believed in him throughout their entire training. Suddenly, a blast in the distance yanks him from his memories. He pulls himself out of his sleeping bag, heading towards the boarded up window. He carefully pulls one of the loose boards aside, and in the distance he spots black smoke slowly rising into the sky.
With an irritated growl, Logan pulls himself away from the window. He looks over the small area he had taken shelter in for nearly a week, and shakes his head. Nothing good lasts long in this world anymore, it wont be safe here for much longer.
Logan begins to quickly pack his belongings, which consisted of a few spare clothes, bandages, his seeping bag, extra magazines, his Canteen and a few cans of food. He was beginning to run low, which meant while he looked for new shelter he also had to look for anything he could eat. Logan pulls his army green tactical bag over his shoulders, stepping into his combat boots with ease. Silently, he touches the dog tags around his neck, feeling the cold metal shift slightly as he did. His gaze wanders towards the Ar-15 resting against the wall, the dog tags that were tightly looped around the barrel rests about as silently as their owner did.
He picks up the rifle, before steeping into the musky hallway. The area was thankfully silent, he didn't want to deal with people or infected at the moment. He slowly travels down the halls, careful as he passes any of the open doors. With ease he reaches the stair way and begins to take them down to the main floor, where the air remained painfully stagnant. He carefully lifts his mouth cover over his nose and mouth as he steps onto the main floor, using his rifle as he scans the wide area. it seemed clear, but he couldn't be too cautious. As silently as possible, Logan makes his way towards the broken glass doors, scanning every direction carefully.
A blast shook his world.
Logan lurches awake, "fuck." he mutters, looking around the dimly lit apartment. He runs his hands over his forehead, the cold sweat beading his skin. His mind wanders to when he was Afghanistan, how he didn't protect the one person who had believed in him throughout their entire training. Suddenly, a blast in the distance yanks him from his memories. He pulls himself out of his sleeping bag, heading towards the boarded up window. He carefully pulls one of the loose boards aside, and in the distance he spots black smoke slowly rising into the sky.
With an irritated growl, Logan pulls himself away from the window. He looks over the small area he had taken shelter in for nearly a week, and shakes his head. Nothing good lasts long in this world anymore, it wont be safe here for much longer.
Logan begins to quickly pack his belongings, which consisted of a few spare clothes, bandages, his seeping bag, extra magazines, his Canteen and a few cans of food. He was beginning to run low, which meant while he looked for new shelter he also had to look for anything he could eat. Logan pulls his army green tactical bag over his shoulders, stepping into his combat boots with ease. Silently, he touches the dog tags around his neck, feeling the cold metal shift slightly as he did. His gaze wanders towards the Ar-15 resting against the wall, the dog tags that were tightly looped around the barrel rests about as silently as their owner did.
He picks up the rifle, before steeping into the musky hallway. The area was thankfully silent, he didn't want to deal with people or infected at the moment. He slowly travels down the halls, careful as he passes any of the open doors. With ease he reaches the stair way and begins to take them down to the main floor, where the air remained painfully stagnant. He carefully lifts his mouth cover over his nose and mouth as he steps onto the main floor, using his rifle as he scans the wide area. it seemed clear, but he couldn't be too cautious. As silently as possible, Logan makes his way towards the broken glass doors, scanning every direction carefully.
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