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Mark hadn't slept well that night, he dreamed about his sister and spent the better half of it awake. His body was sore also which didn't help. When his eyes fluttered open it was still cold outside, the sky only slightly lit, he had been hoping to sleep in some after the night he had had but it was clear to him he probably wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep. Slowly he sat up looking at the pair, reaching for the Ipod he had left at the foot of his bed after coming back for his night escapade. For a moment he scrolled through the music before throwing whatever he landed on on. He slipped the earbuds in laying back down.
Rolling around slightly he tucked himself in like his mother use to before laying his head back on the pillow, his thoughts lingering on the events that has transpired the day before, from start to finish.
Even the slightest creak was enough to wake Fable, Marks slight movements made her jump to consciousness. Her blanket pooled around her as she blinked, trying to get her barrings. Oh yeah....yesterdays events came back to her, the soreness in her body a reminder. A single hand slipped to the dark splotches that adorned her neck a tiny sigh escaping her lips. A glance at Mark to see him relaxed and listening to music. Her eyes searched for Kiefer but she was still trying to wake up and her eyes were blurry. She rubbed them, her hands sliding over her face and pushing her unruly hair back.
She clung to her blanket and stood, moving as quietly as she could over to the door of the greenhouse...she stopped to grab her half empty bottle of water from the day before. It was still cool outside, she turned shutting the door as quietly as she could. The suns rays were just starting to spread across the sky, streaks of color in an otherwise bleak world. She leaned over and tossed her hair over her head, letting the water dribble down her hair. She rubbed the tips of her hair between her hands....trying to get the dried blood from the day before out of it. After she had killed him and fell in the pool of blood her hair had dipped into it. She was just now getting the opportunity to try to get it out. At this point she had let her blanket pool behind her. Standing on the roof in just her jeans and black bra....But she figured she was far enough away that she wouldn't be seen....no one was really stirring yet anyway. When she got all that she could out of her wavy locks she stood back up, the cold wet tendrils pasting themselves to her shoulders.
She stepped back and grabbed her blanket, wrapping it around her as she watched the sun rise.
Mark couldn't help but look towards the door when a gust of wind filled the air. He had woken up Fable again. He didn't think much of it, but after she had been out there for a while he pulled himself off his side of the bed, buttoning up his shirt and grabbing an extra one for her. This time he was the one following her out into the cold. Slowly Mark slipped on the suit jacket he had on yesterday, buttoning it. He would have been wearing something new but he didn't have time to do laundry yesterday. He wondered if Fable would still do some for him.
When he pushed his way outside he felt a cold gust of wind, his ear buds still in till he found Fable. She was looking out over the city watching the sun rise. Boring. For a moment he just watched her, admiring the fact that someone still enjoyed the 'beautify of the world.' "Hey." Finally he spoke walking up next to her, taking a seat on the concert ledge next to her, facing her direction. "Hairs wet? Oh never mind, I brought you a shirt." He offered up the dark blue button up. "Should fit."
Fable hadn't expected anyone to follow her outside. But Mark appeared and sat down, offering her a blue buttoned shirt. She took it in her hands, it was a kind thought....Kiefer had offered her one last night....but right off his skin it had smelled too much like a man. This one seemed washed...or at least unworn for a while. "Thank you." She stood and turned her back to him, piling her blanket onto the bench seat. She slipped the shirt on, her fingers moving up with the buttons until she was just one away from the top.....even she couldn't stand that button....It might as well be called the strangle me button. She tugged the tail and sides of the shirt down over her jeans, she never had been one to tuck her shirts in. She sat on the bench sideways so that she could fold her knees in front of her. Her loosely linked fingers hanging over them. She looked at Mark a moment, her eyes lingering on his face before she turned to look back at the shelter. "Kiefer still asleep?" He had fallen asleep in front of the stairs....it wasn't a good sign if he didn't wake up when two other people moved about....something could grab him while his snoozed.
"You think he's ok?" She ask slowly, moving a hand to her lips so that she could chew at her already bitten nails.
Mark allowed himself to slide down the wall onto the floor, resting his head against the wall, resembling somewhat how his night before began. When she spoke about Kiefer he looked over to the greenhouse. There were two sets of stairs, one of them was the one he locked, and the other was the fire escape by the greehouse on the side of the building, that was the one he was closet too. Mark had broke the ladder on the bottom so no one could just climb up willy nilly so he wasn't worried to much about Keifer. "He will be fine, if he dies it will be from something other than a walker looking for a nice bite." Mark let his eyes fall to the woman, offering over the Ipod.
If she took it or not he set it next to her standing up. "So today were looking for your iron supplements, I have a few left but some more would be good. My pills, and those other pills we talked about? Or are we not doing that?" He asked as he turned to face her, fixing the collar on the suit. "Its your call."
(Go ahead and skip me again, I'll wake him up. He's just really tired, he hasn't had a good night's sleep in forever and his right arm is killing him.)
She supposed he was right, Kiefer should be safe...for the time being. And she didn't really know him well enough to know if his sleeping so late was normal for him. So she shrugged off the worry, giving the greenhouse one last glace before looking back to Mark. He offered up his ipod and she hesitated a moment before taking it, scrolling through the albums and songs he had downloaded. She noticed out of her peripheral vision that he stood. She took a breath, rolling one of her shoulders to try to assuage the sore muscle.
She stopped her music search to look up at Mark, her gaze quickly shifting back to to the device in her hands when he listed all the medications they needed to locate. "Yeah....that sounds fine." She said softly, her free hand fiddling with a button on the navy shirt she wore. She worked with the ipod another moment before sighing and sitting it down beside her. It was easy to see that she was a bit unsettled. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she often did when she wished there was a barrier between her and the world. Her damp waves fell around her shoulders leaving tiny wet spots on her shirt. She missed her chopsticks, if that idiot hadn't grabbed her hair she would still have them. They kept her hair up without giving her a headache....oh well.
You lied to give yourself a new life, but that didn't work out well, did it...?
You live on, while we are among the dead... Join us, Kiefer. Join us...
Kiefer shot up with a start, his cheek pressed against the hard, cool surface of the wall next to the door's threshold, blinking his green eyes open wide with a sudden awakening from his sleep before he slowly sat up with a displeased groan as he adjusted his right arm and shoulder, his left hand lifting to rub his head and eyes before he looked around with a squint. He saw that Fable and Mark were up and at'em together, and sighed a bit as if thinking of the nightmare he had, and slowly climbed to his feet with some effort. He dug around in his pack for a second before he slowly looked up at Mark and Fable, wondering if he could get a shower or something...it wasn't like he wanted to be covered in gore forever; besides, what he did have on was so stale by now it was practically ineffective as camouflage.
(Just so you know, Kiefer was actually sleeping next to the stairwell door that we used to get up there. Locked or not, you never know when a bandit or zombie makes their way up to it. >>; )
Fable noticed a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye, turning she was able to see Kiefer climbing to his feet...Seemingly having some difficulty doing so. She frowned, wondering if he had done something last night to injure himself or if it was a prior injury. She noticed Mark moving towards the greenhouse but said nothing. Her feet fell from the bench as she turned so that she could see Kiefer. "Morning..." She said slowly, not sure if he was one of those people that would bite your head off if you spoke to them as soon as they awoke. "Are-Are you alright?" She stammered her words, placing one hand on each side of the bench beside her and leaning forward slightly. Her pale eyes lingered on him as she awaited his answer. Not noticing that the sunrise she had been waiting for was painting its return across the sky.
Kiefer rubbed his head and eyes for a bit before he peeked one open at Fable as he heard her come closer before rubbing his right arm softly, not speaking for a second before he did so while he stretched to the best of his ability. "Just the usual pain in my arm..no biggie..I see you got a new shirt..I could've given you one from my pack, but...uh..I didn't think you'd be comfortable in them.", he said, turning his head fully to face Fable as he pulled out a red bathing towel, apparently wanting to go take a shower somewhere.
Mark searched around the room for a bit looking for all the things he would take with him when he would leave the building. Pills/weapons/food/water/ipod(with fable?)/ect. After a few moments he was ready to head out, he slung his pack over his back before pulling out his pills and downing them, grabbing the pills Fable needed as well. Pushing his way out of the greenhouse he looked to Fable. "Catch!" He tossed the pill bottle at her before turning his eyes to Keifer.
"I would say good morning sunshine, but you look more like a ray of shit." Mark shrugged a bit walking over and taking a seat next to Fable. He wondered if she was still mad at him after what had happened the previous night. "So, if were out there and you find a white button up, it, my other one is a bit... Fucked we can say." Speaking generally to each of them while leaning back a bit, looking down to see the ground a far journey down, fun. "Also, I need to run by Ace. The hardware store. Lost a key last night and I need to make a new one, were down to one and if we lose it well.. Fuck."
She nodded to Kiefer from her spot on the bench. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, she hadn't felt comfortable asking anyone for a shirt. She gave him a small smile, her eyes flicking to the towel he pulled from his pack. Long ago were the memories of a warm shower. Now it was more of a cold wipe down....Her wet curls were still leaving tiny damp spots on her shirt and it was making her shoulders cold. She stood walking around the roof in hopes of finding something she could put it up with. Eventually she ran across an old rain washed and sun bleached pen, she tapped it on her hand just to make sure no ink came out before twisting her hair around it and forcing the pen downward through her hair, making a messy twist of sorts. She was moving back towards the men when Mark said catch, she looked up to see the small bottle sailing towards her. Cupping her hands she was able to catch it against her chest, twisting open the bottle she pulled two pills from inside. She shook a few out into her and and shoved them into her pocket knowing the pill bottle would rattle if she took it.
She took the bottle back inside the green house and set it on the bed so that Mark could easily find it. She sat down on the bed a moment and stared at nothing. Her mind spinning. She took a breath and let it out slowly. Reaching down she tightened the laces on her shoes and redid the knots. Sitting back up she felt a pain in her neck, pressing her hand to the spot she knew was covered with assorted dark purple and red spots. Her pale eyes closed a moment before she stepped back out to where the men were. Forcing a small smile as she waited to see when they all were going to go on the search.
Kiefer raised his green eyes to Fable as he saw her wander off with a bottle of what looked to be pills, before he sighed and fell back against the wall with his hand at his forehead to the point it covered his eyes. He knew a shower would easily kill the stress for him, at least for the time being, before he managed to walk towards the bed that Fable was just on and lifted the bottle to look it over, wondering what kind of medicine it was, not exactly in the mood to be talking at this point; it was more along the lines of him suffering from a temporary depression attack as he sat down on the bed with his head in his hand, his shoulders tensed and softly trembling...
When Keifer got up and left back into the greenhouse he was Fable exit almost at the same time. It was a bit funny to Mark to see him just walk away after the barb. Extremely satisfied with himself his eyes sifted to the woman. He stood up and pointed to the greenhouse, "Think I made him mad." Mark smirked a bit as he turned to look out over the city. Slowly his eyes fell down to the streets below seeing a bunch of walkers still around the building. Annoying, they were going to have to leave through the underground parking lot. Mark pulled out the extra gun he had from the previous night, the one he hadn't thrown into the trash piece by piece, and handed it over to Fable. "I've only seen your knife so I assume you don't have one. Keep it close, use it sparingly."
When he turned he couldn't help but notice the dark spots on her neck, he reached up and ran his his hand over a few of them before dropping his hand to her shoulder. "Hows your neck doing? The bites don't hurt to bad?" He let his hand fall from her shoulder, sitting on the bench looking to her.
She looked over her shoulder to where Kiefer sat inside the greenhouse, not saying anything when Mark spoke. She glanced at Mark while tugging at the cuffs of the dress shirt she wore until she was able to pull her hands inside, leaving only her digits out. She folded her arms against her chest, taking a breath and trying to fight the tiredness that had settled in her bones. She looked over at Mark and carefully took the gun he offered, nodding to show she had heard him when he told her to shoot sparingly. She bit her lip, letting her fingers slide over the cool metal. She had never been great with firearms...or any weapon really. She preferred avoidance but sometimes that wasn't an option. She wasn't really sure where to 'store' it...she didn't usually carry firearms...The few weapons she had scavenged were in the apartment she had been hanging out in. "...You think we could get my things from the place I was staying?...It wasn't far from where you found me." Now how far that was from here she didn't know, she had been pretty out of it when Mark half carried her here.
Feeling a touch on her skin she jumped a bit, surprised to see it was Mark. "Nothing I cant handle." She looked back down at the handgun, feeling like an idiot but truly not knowing what to do with it. "....how should I carry this? In my jeans?.....I don't carry guns..." It was a weak explanation and she knew she probably made herself look even more like an idiot than she had all this time. She bit her lip, clearing her throat and looking towards the greenhouse. Fully expecting Mark to have a not so nice look on his face just for her.
Kiefer huffed quietly into the air before him with his eyes covered by his hands that were also bracing his forehead, thoughts of finality and dread surrounding him as his realization of what his nightmare meant started to loom over him like a rain cloud that just wouldn't go away. With a growl, he stood up quietly regardless if he was seen, and walked towards the door that led to the stairwell and vigorously tried to open it to no avail, knowing it had to be locked by someone up there with him, so he turned to look at Mark and Fable, his gaze clouded by a sort of rage but also...melancholy. It was then he saw that Mark made a passing glance to the back of Fable's neck...something she wasn't letting him know about? Was she bitten? Did she have bruises from her prior encounter? Was it a zit? He didn't know, he was curious but he also felt like he just had to get out of there. He felt like just his presence was enough to get them killed, and he didn't want that. Unable to vent any other way, he headbutted the metal door to the stairwell and punched it a couple times. "Damnit, damnit...! Leave me alone!"
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