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Kiefer heard that Mark was slowly phasing out of consciousness by his somewhat slurring of speech and just not thinking clearly, and he quickly turned to run to Mark's side, somewhat catching him from falling too hard to hurt his head before slowly tugging Mark down so he was in a more prone position and rested him on his side mostly, only to take his jacket off, gory as it was, and rested it under his shoulders so his position was such that his airway was still open, his body could still receive oxygen to help complement the pick-up in heart rate. He knew a bit of the syndrome and that it was mostly an accelerated heart rate because of an electrical problem between chambers of the heart, a problem present at birth. So to help complement help with him, he was trying to get it so all of Mark's body wasn't obstructed in terms of blood vessels and arteries, namely so his body was relaxed and he could breathe. "He should be fine if he doesn't have any underlying heart problems outside this...I've heard of this syndrome back in my police days, during education. Doctors can treat it if there were any around that were viable. Just let him rest. When he wakes up...give him some.", Kiefer said quietly, before nudging the bag of beef jerky he had to Fable, his green eyes on her for a bit before holding what looked to be a large bottle of water, it was already drank from, but if it came to helping him recover, did he really want to argue? She could have some as well if she wanted.
Mark felt the girl pull him away from the wall, and vaguely saw the man running to his side. As the buttons on the shirt fell away and he felt Fables fingers run over his chest he tried to make a comment only to be heard as mumbles. In his head he spoke 'I usually ask for a dinner and a movie first.' Even in the deepest depths of his mind he was still a smart ass. Slowly though he let himself fade deeper into his own mind.
He found himself standing in a clear white room again as he always did when this happened, and across from him sat a little girl in a chair staring at him. In the real world more thing mumbled from his mouth, inaudible unless someone were to put their ear to his lips to listen.
He let his eyes fall on the girl across from him, he shook his head. "Must it always be you? Can't it be someone a little more interesting? Like is my mind really that small that I can't think up someone other than you to harass me when I'm drooling like a baby?" The small girl giggled a bit before shaking her head letting her gold strands of hair cover her face for a moment before brushing it out of her face. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer too." Letting out a sigh Mark took a quick look around the room. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just shut up. You're not real and we both know that so lets just stop talking because you are me, and I'm not fond of the idea of talking to myself. It makes me think I'm a nut case."
The girl stood again, only coming up to about his rib cage. She started to step towards Mark only to have him take a step back. He tilted his head to the side glaring at the girl. "Stay away from me."
"You can't get away form me Mark so stop acting like a baby." Once again the girl made an attempt to step closer to him only to be met with the same reaction as last time. Letting out a sigh the girl sat back down. She shook her head calling him a baby as she did. "Shut up." Mark reached to his side pulling out his pistol pointing it at the girl. "Come on now mark, do I really deserve this treatment? First you leave me all lone in the middle of this big city and now your pointing a gun at me?" Marks face turned angry and in the real world he began grinding his teeth between mumbles.
"I didn't leave you, I lead the dead away from you, we both know that's the truth." The little girl laughed, "Well according to you Mark, I'm you, so what does that tell you? You must not think so, must not really think so." For a moment Mark just chuckled and nodded. "You're right, and your not my sweet little sister, just some conjured up figure who continuously drive me crazy. It really sucks you know? Because you know all the right things to say to get a rise out of me, because you know me, because you are me. This is probably the most annoying thing I have to deal with. Slowly descending into madness." The girl shook her head. "Its not madness you idiot."
"Shut up okay, you don't know me."
"Yes I do, I am you."
"Fair point, but still will you please shut up
"Make me."
"Fine."
"Bye Mark."
"What are you talking about, you don't say bye to yourself."
"Are you going to end this conversation or what?"
"Don't tell me what to do okay?"
"I'm you, your telling yourself to do it."
"God I am going crazy."
"..." Mark rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger and as the gunshot rung out he snapped back into the real world, still dizzy but a little less so. His words were still mumbled and gibberish but his eyes were open now and looking down at Fables fingers on his chest.
Mark appeared to lose consciousness. His words before while out of context and random were actual words...now all she could hear was mumbling. She leaned close, feeling his warm breath on her ear as she tried to understand….But it was no use….she just couldn’t make it out. Her hand was splayed on his chest as she watched him breathe. She looked at Kiefer, giving him a tiny nod to show that she understood. When she looked back at Mark she was surprised to see him awake...His eyes open…..and looking at her hand which was still lingering on his skin. As if it was a foreign object she looked down also, shocked she jerked her hand away like she had been stung. “I’m sorry I thought….” She stopped, attempting to button his shirt at least somewhat of the way back together but her hands were shaking so badly that she had to stop. She scooted back a bit so that she wasn’t leaning over him anymore, her pale cheeks burning red.
“I was afraid you stopped breathing…” She looked at Kiefer, wondering just how much of a fool she had made of herself in her panic. He seemed ok now though….and with Kiefer still sitting there close to him she felt it would be ok if she moved. Standing she strode across the room, looking up through the glass ceiling to see that darkness was creeping across the sky. She had been so worried about Mark that she hadn’t even noticed. She pressed her cold hands to her burning face as she looked out across the rooftop. Childish curiosity made her press a single palm against the glass. Watching as the cool outside air made small foggy outlines of her fingers. Pulling her hand away she could see the print linger for a moment before fading away like a ghost.
Thin fingers scratched at the blood that held tendrils of her hair to her face, finally managing to free them she lifted twisted her hair and held it up...only to realize that the jerk from earlier had made her loose them. Her scalp was only slightly sore despite him practically picking her up by her hair. She wasn’t sure why the loss her those little chopsticks with koi designs bothered her so much...but it did. Releasing her hair to let it fall in an unruly mass around her shoulders she looked at the glass in front of her. Its reflective properties making it a mirror of sorts….giving her the ability to look at the duo without even turning around. Her gaze fell on Mark, she wanted to ask how he felt but was too embarrassed by the whole hand on his chest thing. So instead she watched through the glass. Silently hoping Kiefer was right and that the man that saved her wasn’t going to die.
Mark continued to watch Fable as she turned red and fumbled with his shirt. He seemed emotionless as she seemingly feel more and more embarrassed. Deep down Mark was amused. He didn't say anything right away because his head was pounding, but when she scooted away he sat up against the glass. "Your concern is noted. Are you sure you are okay? You look almost as red as Rose Reds hair." He teased a bit, but he wasn't sure if she knew who Rose Red was anyways. He gave the man a nod, he wasn't going to say thank you, and this was the closes he was going to get. Mark uncapped the water next to him and took a long drink.
After a moment he pulled himself to his feet looking between the two, not even bothering to button up his shirt. "Figure out the sleeping situation." Mark told the pair and he opened the door of the greenhouse and stepped outside closing the door behind him. He could feel the cold air against his skin as it blew strong, and unintentionally it made button up and the suit coat to ride the wind behind him as he walked away from his makeshift home disappearing behind some of the roofs old ventilation fans.
Mark hated having those 'encounters' when he missed taking his meds on time and it was traditional for him to have a drink or two after it. After reaching his stash he pulled out a bottle of Snow Queen Vodka. This stuff was usually expensive, but when the world ends everything becomes free and he had a hefty supply of booze. For a moment Mark just stared at the bottle contemplating taking it back to drink with the group or to remain by himself. "I think Ill keep the snow queen to myself tonight." A small smirk appeared on his face as he walked to the edge of the roof, climbing on top of the 'cement railing'(he didn't know or care what they were called) and took a seat with his legs hanging off the side. The drop would surely kill anyone, but the rush of the thought made it so much more appetizing for him, to get the adrenaline rushing while having a few drinks.
He set the bottle next to him as he let his feet kick back and forth in the air as the wind continued to blow. Looking out over the city he wondered took a deep breath, wondering for just a moment what this would have looked like if society hadn't fallen apart, but quickly he replaced the thought with a sip from the bottle. "Now we've really inherited the world, eh?" He said more or less to himself as he took another swig.
Kiefer stood aside as he witnessed the event of Mark not only having an episode, possibly from being in a near-death state but not quite, but also his recovery. He just got up, said something, and walked away leaving him alone with Fable. He sighed softly and shook his head with his good arm crossed over his chest, also holding onto his right arm before speaking after him long after he went inside. "Yeah, you're welcome...ingrate.", he said quietly under his breath though Fable could possibly hear him; he just helped save someone's life and he didn't get so much as a thank you, like he was just chopped liver? Well, that brought his mood down some. He wasn't going to let it get to him all that much, he knew he had to be sharp and alert, but he also had the common decency to show gratitude if he needed help...if Mark hadn't just up and left him, however, he was just going to say "thank you" to him for letting him stay, but he figured he could just tell him later, like in the morning. Regardless, he cast his green eyes back towards Fable since he was alone with her now, silently watching her. She was like a child just seeing such an extravagant sight through glass with how she was placing her hand so curiously on it. Well, he knew it can't all be blood and guts in this world...if she was having more light-hearted thoughts upon a matter, then all the more power to her, he wasn't going to get in her way. To try and break the ice and hopefully start a conversation because it could get boring otherwise, Kiefer sat back down with his right arm resting at his side, while his good arm was in his lap and his green eyes on Fable. "So...if ya don't mind me asking, sweetie, what's your story? I told you mine and I heard snippets of Mark's, but what about you? You're still a mystery to me."
Fable watched through the glass as Mark got to his feet and walked out, telling them to settle the sleeping arrangements. She crossed her arms, curling her thin hands tightly around her upper arms to make a sort of barrier between her and Kiefer. It wasn’t intentional…...but this was a touchy topic for her. She looked up to see Kiefer through the glass. The sudden sound of his voice sending a jolt through her. She slowly turned around, but didn’t move any closer to the man. Her fingers tightening around her arms until it hurt.
“Oh…..I don’t have a story.” Well she did...but it was the shortest one ever. One of the benefits of not having many connections before the outbreak was not having to watch everyone die. “My mother was bitten, she was all I had.” A tiny shrug her eyes moving to her feet, not willing to keep anyone’s gaze when she spoke of her mom. Too easy for them to see the raw emotion in her eyes. She forced a smile but it looked broken and wrong on her pale face, her eyes moving to try to see Mark through the glass but the darkening sky made it almost impossible. “...why did you lie about your name?” She said carefully. Not sure if she could withstand an outburst like he had earlier….not with her emotions already heightened.
As her gaze wandered and fell onto the bed she remembered what Mark had said….the whole deciding thing. “I-I’ll take the floor.” She said, looking back to Kiefer and hoping he wouldn’t object. The glass was radiating cold….and Fable always felt like she was freezing anyway. A slight shiver made her step closer to Kiefer. Hands moving up and down her arms for at least a second of warmth.
She hoped she hadn’t seemed too demanding…..or that it was going to be too awkward for the guys. But….she just couldn’t. Even as she thought about it a glimpse of the man’s face from earlier today flashed through her mind. She stiffened, pale blue eyes locking on the bed...watching it as if it were going to come to life and bite her.
Kiefer saw that his very presence itself was enough to startle and worry the frail-looking young woman, and so tried to step a bit away from her as if to see if that would help calm her down before he spoke, his green eyes lifting from Fable to the darkening sky and destroyed city around them, his arms tense in varying degrees but his left hand was seen in a slight clench. Something seemed to compel him to make sure Fable was comfortable, make sure she could be happy and was safe, but what was that? Perhaps what he said next would enlighten her, though when he saw her shiver and actually step closer to her, he took the initiative to step forward a bit more himself and rather gently slip his good arm around her so his body heat enough could warm her up, but didn't rest his arm entirely around her, not wanting to make her feel like she wasn't going to be let go. "Like I said before, I've quite the past. I had a family I loved, but that family got...fragmented. I had a girlfriend, a cadet in the police training program like me. After our first night on the force, we were happy together, but she left me in my apartment to go for a midnight shopping, I guess for snacks for us. Well, I got a text from her AND my older sister, who I didn't even know was in Oregon, both pointing to the same area, a construction yard. I go there and find the both of them...raped and injured beyond help. My reaction? I feel it as if I blacked out, but when I came to the thugs were all dead by knife wounds..after that, my father got so irrational, blaming me for my partner and sister's rape and death that I disowned him...and my mother died when I was much younger, she died by drive-by. I feel regret not being able to help Alexis..my sister..or Jess, my partner and girlfriend.", he said quietly as he let his warmth cover Fable, but he kept his head and face turned aside, not wanting to give her the wrong impression on why he was holding her like this.
He was moving closer….why was he moving closer? She backed up, the glass sending a chill up her spine when they touched. She wasn't panicking, her breath catching in her throat even as he moved closer, his arm wrapping around her. “No!” She screamed. Blocking out his words of his past...all that she knew was that he was touching her...she hadn’t invited him to and he was touching her...just like before...just like this morning. She shook her head, flinging her arms out as she shoved away from the unknowing to her well meaning man. Her hand shot to the knife still sticky with blood from earlier, pulling it from her back pocket and holding it in front of her. Her arm shook so badly it was a wonder she could hold the knife at all. She was several feet away from him now. Her heart beating so hard it felt like someone was hitting her in the chest.
It wasn’t as if she had thought through the encounter….she couldn’t really. Having that...beast touch her earlier with his disgusting hands….and what he was going to do to her….a tear streaked down her face...just the one. Her frantic breathing making the cords of her neck stand out. “Please….don’t touch me…” She finally managed. Her trembling hand finally shaking badly enough that she lost her grip on her small knife. It fell with a clatter. Her hand now coated with the blood that had remained wet and hidden when she folded the knife earlier. Turning her hand palm up she could see it….his blood...the man she had killed.
Too much had happened today…..it was hard for her to process it all. She blinked, pulling her hand back and rubbing it on her plaid shirt. Her unseeing eyes falling to the floor as her rapid breathing continued.
After a few minutes Mark dropped the bottle off the edge. He didn't drink the whole bottle but he drank a whole lot more than he hand intended and he was a little tipsy. After the bottle he pulled out his gun and took a few silent shots at the crow, not actually firing the gun. "Pew... Pew pew pew. Pew." Mark couldn't help but laugh at himself as he slid off the wall onto the roof.
Mark watched the scene of the two unfold as he made his way back to the greenhouse, and when he touched the girl he mutterd to himself, "Mistake." Mark shook his head and rolled his eyes. When the knife came into play he walked slower. He didn't want to walk in and scare her, ending up with a knife in his chest, but he also didn't want the man to die. At least not inside, it would get blood on everything. 'God please let him live, just long enough to not get blood on my things' His thoughts continued long those lines for a bit till he pushed his way into the house.
Mark looked to Keifer then to Fable, then back to Keifer. She was now looking at the floor breathing heavily, probably on the verge of hyperventilating. He gave Keifer a nod as to say something along the lines of 'I got this.' At least Mark hoped he had. Mark grabbed a blanket that sat in the corner, tossed it to the man, then took another and gently placed in around the woman's shoulders, being careful not to touch her. "Sit down Fable." Mark said as he stepped outside for a just a moment to grab the bucket he had offered the man to clean up with. Mark filled it with a few bottles of water as he returned and grabbed her knife off the ground and dunked it in the water, scrubbing the blood off before setting it next to where Fable was. Mark was now sitting across from where she was. "Give me your hands Fable." His words were a little slow and slured as the booze hit him, but it wasn't to noticeable. Mark offered up his own hands to take hers, he would wait a moment to see if she would offer her hands for cleaning.
She was still in a daze when she felt something on her shoulders. Immediately she backed up a bit, her pale eyes lifting to see Mark exit the greenhouse and then return only moments later. She felt exhausted all of a sudden….as if all the energy had been sucked from her body. She blanket around her shoulders was warm, she wrapped her arms and pulled it tighter. She looked up to see Kiefer….and felt embarrassed by how she had reacted. Biting her lip she slowly sat...though she wasn’t sure why she was doing it. She blinked as he took her hand. Too tired now to do anything more than watch as the blood was lifted from her hand. She pulled a shaking breath into her lungs. Her other hand still clutching the blanket around her.
She couldn’t imagine after the amount of drama that had happened that she would be welcome here…..And even if she was….did she want to stay? There was something tempting about going to the apartment she was calling home for a day and curling up in a dark room alone. As emotionally wracked as she was Fable would definitely not make for good company. “I’m sorry…..” She said softly, unable to look at Kiefer as she spoke. When her hand was clean she pulled it back to her chest. Ignoring the droplets that fell onto her lap. “Thank you….” She gave him a small smile before she stood. Reluctantly she pulled the blanket from her shoulders, already trying to figure out how she was going to find her way back….she had been pretty out of it on the way here….and then the whole passing out thing. But she would figure it out….they couldn’t have went too far whilst Mark was carrying her.
“....Thank you for everything Mark….for saving me. I think…..I think I should leave now though…” Fable held out her hand for the pocket knife that Mark had washed. Her eyes anywhere but on the two men.
Mark took a moment to scrub away the filth from her hands, and just as he finished her hands were now back close pressed to her body. Mark pushing himself back against the wall and buttoned up his shit, then slipped off the suit jacket and tossed it in the corner. He was 'fond' of Fable in a sense, and he thought that Keifer might grow on him. He never would care for them, but maybe he could like them to an extent. He just couldn't have many feeling towards another person, and forming connections were rare for him.
When she spoke about leaving Mark shook his head for a moment, not saying no, but more of 'thats a bad idea.' "Fable." He said with a pause as he rested his head against the glass. "You are better off with us. You have made it this far on your own, but if I hadn't been there when you decided to go all zombie and limp you would be a lucky dinner for some of the dead." Mark wasn't suggestion staying with him long, as a matter of fact he didn't realize he had implied something like that. "Do you remember how I said killing people was something you had to do, and you told me you couldn't because something about living and what not and being alive and stuff and things and stuff." Marks mind scrambled a bit for a moment and he took a breath.
For a moment he just nodded. "Look, I know this situation feels uncomfortable for you, that being around other people makes you nervous, and being touched by people is even worse, but were not trying to hurt you. If something like that was going to happen it would have already, and I can tell you it wasn't even a thought that for a moment crossed my mind. I am a monster like everybody else, but not that kind of monster." Mark interlocked his fingers and grabbed another one of the folded blankets in the corner and covered himself up. For a moment he sat silently before standing up and grabbing the belt that kept his swords. "But if you really want to leave still, let me take you back to where I found you, I'd have to wake up tomorrow and walk downstairs to find a reanimated Fable trying to gnaw on my brains." He hoped he turned her off to the idea of leaving, but he wasn't sure he had.
Fable was looking out into the pitch black that now covered their little part of the earth. But she could hear what Mark was saying. He was right, at first...and then he seemed to ramble off. His voice was just a bit sluggish, she turned to look at him...wondering if another attack was about to hit him. But there was alcohol on his breath, calming her fears that he was about to fall ill again. He continued on, stating that they meant no ill will or things would have already occurred….she would have been an easy target when passed out. But her body felt no different than before.
She looked over when Mark grabbed his blades, her eyes widening. She wasn’t willing to risk anyone else so that she would be comfortable…..she didn’t want him to take her home and possibly die on his way back to his own. She gave a barely perceivable nod. Pulling the blanket that she had been holding out to Mark back against her chest. She looked at each man in turn before moving to sit against the glass. Not close….but not far from either of them. Her shirt had blood on it. She could feel the stiff material against her stomach when she had sat down...It was unnerving….but she didn’t feel like asking a favor of anyone right now either…..One of the men she had screamed and pulled a knife on….to the other she had been a nuisance pretty much all day. She pulled the blanket around her. Trying to distract herself by looking up at the stars….but she could ‘feel’ it. She gave each of them a glance...waiting until their attention was elsewhere.The blanket circled her like a shawl. Covering her entirely. She carefully unbuttoned the shirt and pulled her arms in the sleeves...letting it fall behind her beneath the blanket…..Hopefully come morning before they awoke she could sneak outside and scrub it a bit before throwing it back on for the walk home.
It wasn’t ideal….she felt revealed...which she wasn’t...the blanket more than covered her. Leaning her head back against the glass she sighed softly, the last remnant of that man no longer touching her skin. She felt sleepy. Exhausted. Her emotions had drained her. She relaxed back against the glass watching the two men. Her eyelids fluttering as she fought her sleep.
Kiefer quietly backed away and reeled his arm from around Fable as he saw how she reacted. He wasn't there when she became traumatized, he didn't know what she was seeing or feeling, so he didn't know she needed space so much. With a soft sigh, Kiefer raised his free hand in a sort of "sorry" gesture, walked backwards towards the door that led to the stairwell and rested his back against it. "Sorry...I'll just leave you alone. I'm going to go downstairs to keep watch..", he said quietly, loud enough for Fable to hear him before she went to sleep and Mark as well, and didn't wait for a reaction before he turned to open the door and walk through its threshold to the stairwell. He wasn't sure if this building had been fully covered, perhaps he could do that himself...better safe than sorry, right? Upon entering the stairwell area from the roof, he looked around as if to see if there were any new doors to go through, but sighed when he found there weren't any. Silently, he made his way down one flight of stairs and looked around quietly and cautiously, his green eyes absorbing every detail as they scanned the area.
Mark shook his head and pushed the bucket away from himself looking to Fable. "I will be back, don't touch anything I would let you touch, and that's everything." He walked out and made it to the stairs before turning and running back to the greenhouse. "Unless your iron thing acts up, then you can touch things so you can get the medicine. Dont die okay?" He said as he walked out and ran after Keifer. He followed him down the stairs.
"You don't need to do that, I lock that door up there so nothing can get it. Chain it and lock it with a pad lock. Look, she appreciates what you did for her, but she killed somebody for the first time. She is shaken." Mark stopped behind him. "Come back upstairs, lets all tell eachother so dumb bonding stories then go to bed, your my hot date tonight so come back up and lets all just have a bite to eat and calm down." He said with a fake smile, Mark didn't smile. "Food, Drinks, Sleeps. Wake up. Okay? Don't take what I say personally, or what she does or says today." Mark said before staring back up the stairs motioning for him to follow.
Kiefer stopped before he had started to go down the second flight of stairs and looked up at Mark, his hand holding his knife at the ready should he need it while he kept his right arm tucked against his chest as per usual, his green eyes stopping upon the suit-wearing man he had just met not even an hour ago before giving a light shrug and closing his eyes. "Funny, I can't help but feel like I'm intruding and all I'm doing is making things worse. She trusts you, so it's you she should stay with. I've been fine on my own.", he said quietly, though did wonder why Mark was trying to stop him all of a sudden...just a few minutes ago, it sounded like he didn't give a shit, medical problem or not. Though, what he said about Fable killing someone did click in his head as it explained why she was so shaken and then some, he looked aside back down the stairway as if listening for the sound of a door opening, a telltale sign enemies were on the way. "So that's what happened. No wonder the poor girl's all shaken up and paranoid. Well, I won't approach her. If she wants to interact with me, then she knows where to find me.", he said before he planted his foot onto the first step down on the second flight of stairs.
Mark sighed and shook his head. "I just met the girl today, she doesn't trust me. She feels more secure with us both up there. That man, the one she killed I think. I think, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he tried to rape her. Okay? So she has checks and balances with us both there. We wouldn't do anything to her, but she can't help but think it because of what happened. With us both there she figured that one of us would stop the other if they tried anything." Mark knew the idea that safety in numbers was a thing, though he preferred to be alone. Mark sighed and shook his head. "Honestly I don't care what happens to either of you. Thats just me and I don't expect either of you to care what happens to me, but for the night we are a group and we need to work together to get through this, just come back. Not for me, but for that girl, she needs to feel safe right now, and with just one of us up there she wont."
Fable felt horrible….she hadn’t meant to scream…Kiefer hadn’t actually done anything scream worthy….She was just so shaken up by the days events that she was an emotional mess. They both disappeared out the greenhouse and after hearing a second door slam she assumed down the stairs. She blinked, exhausted…..but maybe this was a chance to wash the blood from her shirt….she could have it dry by morning. She waited another minute to see if they were returning before reaching behind her and pulling the shirt from beneath her blanket. Locating the small bucket Mark had used to clean her hands earlier she dipped the dried blood into it. Letting it sit a moment before working at the dark spot with her fingers….it would be stained….she would have to rogue another shirt when she went scavenging again….unfortunately she had really liked this one. With one hand she kept pulling her blanket back up as it continuously slipped from her shoulders….not wanting to give anyone a surprise when they wandered back in. …..If….if they both came back.
Finishing with her shirt the best she could she squeezed out her wet shirt, looking around until she felt a small hook like spot on the glass where she assumed a hanging basket had once belonged. She hung her shirt by the collar. Pulling her blanket tight around her as she moved back to sit….hoping neither of them would notice the damp shirt hanging on the wall.
Kiefer sighed before he started back up the stairs, his head hung with his eyes closed as if to think, but his pace was slow and deliberate as if...hesitating to return. What Mark told him about Fable's events of the night only made him feel an even stronger albeit one-sided desire to be around her, to protect her. What almost happened to her is what took two of the most important people to him in his life away from him at the same time, so of course he didn't want someone else to die from it, directly or otherwise. And from this, he started to speak.
"So you acknowledge a group for us, huh? So I have your vote..I don't know, maybe she doesn't trust you completely, but she does seem an awful lot more comfortable around you, I think me being around would only keep her on edge more. I had an idea that's what happened to her, why else would she be so shaken up at killing someone, but just why did she have to kill someone is what I suspect. Poor girl was almost raped, as you've said, something that did happen to my older sister and my girlfriend ages ago and they died from it. But I guess it would be safer for the 3 of us to be together, at least for the night. By the way, did you take it...? The little present I told Fable to give to you after you recovered?", he asked Mark quietly, eventually reaching the top of the stairs again. It seemed he would stay, but he was going to stay away from Fable, letting her come to him if she got more comfortable to do so. At this point, he opened the door back out to the greenhouse just in time to see Fable bundled under her blanket that she seemed so desperate to keep on her, and she was putting something up on a fixture on the glass...a shirt, it seemed, what she was wearing? If that was there, then what was she wearing under...nevermind. He looked aside as if to give her privacy, knowing she was most likely topless or at the very least in her bra under the blanket, and walked around to the other side of the greenhouse and sat against the edge.
Mark followed him back up. He wasn't sure about the group thing, but he would try it out maybe. He would have to see how he felt in the morning. "No. I didn't." It was true, Mark knew about the jerky but he didn't like the flavor. "I don't eat meat... Okay that was a lie, I do, but I hate jerky. I would have taken a bite and upchuked it all over the walkers below." Mark walked into the greenhouse subcontiously dropping his jacket on the hook covering up the shirt he still hadn't noticed.
"Come inside, ill get some of the MRE's I only bust out for a special occasion." Also a lie, but he was good at lying, came with being a sociopath. "Hell, I even have a few sodas left?" He said questioning himself as he sat on the bed.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5