Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2015 23:32:13 GMT -5
"You know you should wait to see if Andrei says you should move," Luca grunted as he helped Simon to the bed, knowing that Simon wouldn't wait. "He knows what he's doing, more than either of us." Still, that didn't stop either of them. Luca pulled up a chair next to Simon's bed as the man continued to ask about how Luca got here, and who the leader was. It was the same old Simon, through and through. Though Luca had some questions of his own he'd ask in time.
"It was in Miami," Luca started, his eyes glazing over as he remembered the day vividly in his mind. "Not too long after we all split. I ran into this group at a mansion. Big group. It's about as big now, but mostly different people besides the woman I mentioned, names Remy, me, a lawyer named Anthony, the doctor Andrei, a black kid, Aron, and some junkie kid Damon. Everyone else has come and gone..."
Luca sat back in his seat and exhaled, realizing what a long trip it had been. "I came to their aid thinking they'd offer me something. Their place was being overrun. I tagged along, we ended up at some cannibalistic reverend's church--fucking weird, man. We made it out to Colorado to a massive came. Biggest I've seen. But it was burnt to the ground by someone who followed us from Miami. He had a vendetta of some kind against Remy and Anthony and Andrei. We fled south, trying to get back here and he followed us. We killed him. Made it back here. Picked up a lot of people on the way, lost a lot of others. One of the guys we traveled with, for a time, was one of the guys from that military outfit we found in Miami. Thankfully he booked it in the middle of the night in Texas."
Luca had given Simon the bare bones version of the story. He never mentioned much more of Adolphus, he never mentioned Randall or Logan or his daughters or much more about Bear Lake. He never mentioned the motel with Remy or the cabin. He never mentioned Dexter killing Grant. He never mentioned it all because it wasn't necessary. Baggage was all it was. It wasn't necessary.
"And as to whether they're like us...like me, like you...they do what they gotta do to survive. Like we did. Like we still do. And I don't know what my angle is, man. I'm getting by. Trying to figure it all out. Now there are two new groups here with us...apparently one wants to be friends and the other wants us dead." Luca chuckled at the chaos, but was glad to have this silent moment with his old friend.
"What about you? You show up in New Orleans, saying some crazy woman shot you. How about an explanation?"
"It was in Miami," Luca started, his eyes glazing over as he remembered the day vividly in his mind. "Not too long after we all split. I ran into this group at a mansion. Big group. It's about as big now, but mostly different people besides the woman I mentioned, names Remy, me, a lawyer named Anthony, the doctor Andrei, a black kid, Aron, and some junkie kid Damon. Everyone else has come and gone..."
Luca sat back in his seat and exhaled, realizing what a long trip it had been. "I came to their aid thinking they'd offer me something. Their place was being overrun. I tagged along, we ended up at some cannibalistic reverend's church--fucking weird, man. We made it out to Colorado to a massive came. Biggest I've seen. But it was burnt to the ground by someone who followed us from Miami. He had a vendetta of some kind against Remy and Anthony and Andrei. We fled south, trying to get back here and he followed us. We killed him. Made it back here. Picked up a lot of people on the way, lost a lot of others. One of the guys we traveled with, for a time, was one of the guys from that military outfit we found in Miami. Thankfully he booked it in the middle of the night in Texas."
Luca had given Simon the bare bones version of the story. He never mentioned much more of Adolphus, he never mentioned Randall or Logan or his daughters or much more about Bear Lake. He never mentioned the motel with Remy or the cabin. He never mentioned Dexter killing Grant. He never mentioned it all because it wasn't necessary. Baggage was all it was. It wasn't necessary.
"And as to whether they're like us...like me, like you...they do what they gotta do to survive. Like we did. Like we still do. And I don't know what my angle is, man. I'm getting by. Trying to figure it all out. Now there are two new groups here with us...apparently one wants to be friends and the other wants us dead." Luca chuckled at the chaos, but was glad to have this silent moment with his old friend.
"What about you? You show up in New Orleans, saying some crazy woman shot you. How about an explanation?"