Standing on the edge of oblivion, watching a thunderstorm going down on the empty land, he chewed on his lips lost in thoughts, his hands busy with the task ahead. He still had no idea how he ended up here. 11 years after the incident in Damaskino's godforsaken chamber. B's last words still rung in his ears: "It's not a dud".
He should be dead. He thought he was dead. But then he had been woken up into a world he still struggled to understand. With all his wit and brain, he couldn't get his head around the fact that the apocalypse had happened. The dead were walking. His savior had told him that she found him in a tank, filled with a red liquid. At first he got scared. Had they turned him? But there was no indicator that he'd turn into a suckhead anytime soon.
No weird craving for blood or shady injections. Just his regular cravings for food and pot. Oh, and that other craving. Well, food was a daily struggle and for his love for pot was futile. Getting regular smokes wasn't a bigger problem than getting food. Here and there you'd find a pack of smokes left. His teeth still looked the same. Actually he felt very much like the dude he was before. Just a little less muzzy in the brain.
He had considered to try and grow his own plants, which had earned him one of THOSE looks. That look when her right eyebrow rose so high under her bangs, he thought it might rise right off into the air. "Yeah, and then what? You run around with a shitload of pot-plants while we're chased by the biters?! I'd loooove to see that." That last sentence was dripping with sarcasm, he thought he might slip on the floor where she just stood. Not to mention that she rolled her eyes right after that. He didn't see her doing it, he could sense it.
She stood now somewhere behind him, softly humming a melody that felt vaguely familiar to him. "What's that you're humming, doll?" he asked her. A little chuckle. "I'd be surprised if you know that song. But since you're such a brainiac, you'll figure it out yourself, i'm sure of that." Again, sarcasm. But he knew that she was smiling. "How are we doing?" she wanted to know. He knew that she was getting impatient. Better to get the hell outta here, back upstairs into to their little hide-out. "Almost done, doll. Just lemme get that wire where it's supposed to be." The little safety-net he had cobbled together would give them a few minutes to safe themselves from being eaten by those freaks.
His job had become a little more difficult now that there was no electricity to get your hands on. Funny how you only realize how much you depend on that shit when it's gone. Oh, he knew how much he depended on that little cat-like doll behind him. She was one of a kind, surely. Dark, almost black hair, smart eyes seeing more then she said, muscles built from necessity. Wearing one of her beloved tank-tops and work-pants she looked a little like a tomboy. She was one, but not her body. Actually, couldn't be more female if you asked him. Which noone did of course. And he wouldn't say it out loud, she might just chop his head off with one of her machetes. She was good with them and they had proven to be very effective. Twirling them both at the same time with her hands, she stood between him and the entrance to their lair. Fixing the last bit of wire, he said "Good to go. Might give us a few seconds to haul our asses out if the cattle comes." Referring to them as cattle made himself chuckle a bit. "I'd rather be a pet than cattle".
Yeah, that was how he had justified his betrayal to B back in the day. Was he still alive? And the old fuck? What happened to all the suckheads? Guess they weren't as strong as they had thought. None of this made any sense and none of it really mattered. Climbing the stairs behind his doll, he tried not to stare at her ass. I'm a pet, alright he thought to himself. No idea why she kept up with his sorry ass. The minute they had stepped outside of the cave filled with tweak spiders, he had made a fool out of himself. When the walkers attacked them, he had screamed like a little girl, dropping the guns she had given him. Very much like that day at the house of pain. Making a face while thinking about that, he shook his head. He was here and now, the past didn't matter anymore, as dolly with the nice ass says. And the future was fucked anyway, so today was all they had. And all they had was a bit of dry bread, some cheese, a few apples, two smokes for each of them and two make-shift beds that looked like heaven on earth to him. "Come on, brainiac, let's bunk down", she said and let herself fall on the bed. Sitting himself down, feeling his knees being a little stiff from the cold, he still heard her humming that melody. And outside, the thunder and rain made one think a second Flood was happening. Like that would shock anyone. Shrugging himself almost to sleep, Josh "Scud" Frohmeyer had one final thought before his lights went out: he knew that song.
Basically jumping from her bed, Alia had both of her weapons in her hands, scanning the area for whatever made her jump. There was no strange sound, so weird smell. Just a silent snoring from where Scud had bunked down. And her own panting. Realizing she was sweating, slowly lowering her machetes, she sat back down on the bed. The dream came back to her like gate had been opened and the floods rushed in.
Scud looked into her eyes, no fear, no pretense. Piercing blue, to get lost in as if they were oceans, yet warm and with depth, a slight smirk on his soft-looking lips, surrounded by stubbles that seemed sometimes as dark as his beautiful brown hair and other times shimmering blond in the light. Slightly raising one brow in suggesting, he leaned in closer. Alia felt like her heart was about to rip her ribcage apart and make a bloody mess. As his lips faintly touched hers, having a confirmation of the softness of said lips, an electric shock went through her whole body, leaving goosebumps everywhere. The contact broke only to be replace by a another one, this time a little more demanding. She left herself fall into it, parting her lips ever so little. The tip of his tongue brushed over the inside of her upper lip, the sensation making her knees wobble. Fully embracing it, she depended the kiss, a little surprised by how forceful she went along. Scud chuckled a little. He tasted like smokes and how rain smells like. She grabbed him by the skull, pulling that hair a little. His arm went around her, straight to her ass, squeezing hard. A low moan escaped her and she bit him on his lower lip. That set him off. She should have known, given his obvious oral-fixation. He growled and pushed her backwards till the wall stopped her. Faster than lightspeed, on of his hands had made its way to unbutton her pants. He reached down and the second she felt his fingers slightly touching her clit, she
woke up.