Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 16:59:46 GMT -5
Dean was already topside when orders came down that they were going on supply run. He was ready to get off the ship. Not only because rocking on a boat made him quesey but because he kinda missed being out there. The days spent searching for people and supplies. He was in constant danger, but it was an expected danger. He kept having this feeling something was wrong here. The people were great that wasn't the problem. The problem was there was no problem. The only remotely dangerous thing that happened here was Nicole nearly died and that didn't happen here that happened somewhere else. It made his skin crawl and put him on edge. He thought the rug would be yanked from under them and this dream would reveal itself as a nightmare. Why? Because that's how life works now. If being alone all this time had taught him anything it had taught him that.
Dean pushed the feelings of forbodding away and grabbed his pack. He grabbed his crowbar and his snubnose revolver for that just in case ya know? Dean tossed the cigarette he was smoking overboard. He walked past Caslte and William. He spun around walking backwards as he spoke.
"You boys coming? Or you want me to just go get this shit myself?"
It wasn't attitude it was excitment in his voice. Dean was starting to open up to the group and show a bit of his true personality. His personality which had been buried under caution and extreme isolation. But now Dean was excited to get off the ship and check around the place. He wanted to be happy and feel safe on the ship, he did. But that pins and needles feeling of being in constant danger wouldn't go away until he knew whoever hurt Nicole wasn't still nearby. Finally they could check it out and he was eager to get started. He made his way down to the Humvee and noticed William already there. Perhaps he wasn't the only one excited.
"Where's that dickhead with the puppy?"
Dean asked laughing a little as he climbed in the backseat.
Dean pushed the feelings of forbodding away and grabbed his pack. He grabbed his crowbar and his snubnose revolver for that just in case ya know? Dean tossed the cigarette he was smoking overboard. He walked past Caslte and William. He spun around walking backwards as he spoke.
"You boys coming? Or you want me to just go get this shit myself?"
It wasn't attitude it was excitment in his voice. Dean was starting to open up to the group and show a bit of his true personality. His personality which had been buried under caution and extreme isolation. But now Dean was excited to get off the ship and check around the place. He wanted to be happy and feel safe on the ship, he did. But that pins and needles feeling of being in constant danger wouldn't go away until he knew whoever hurt Nicole wasn't still nearby. Finally they could check it out and he was eager to get started. He made his way down to the Humvee and noticed William already there. Perhaps he wasn't the only one excited.
"Where's that dickhead with the puppy?"
Dean asked laughing a little as he climbed in the backseat.