My heart nearly stopped when he was right in front of us, swearing at the fuse busting. I leapt forward and sunk my blade into his throat. It only stopped when it hit his bone, sending a dull thump up my arm. He made a disgusting gurgling noise as blood filled his lungs, this man died from drowning in his own blood. I stood over the body to make sure he was dead before looting the corpse. He had a lot of ammunition I could use for Heavy, freshly stocked. That was it. We had another couple minutes before people realized the lights were out. But before we left, I looted Pronto's store for supplies.
My legs turned to stone and my heart stopped. Maybe this was a bad idea, but we needed supplies. Charon firmly took my hand out of nowhere and walked with me behind the counter. The door. The basement. The cold. The pain. My screams of agony. His screams of pleasure. And Nora. I was doing this for Nora. I felt like throwing up, but that would take too long. I held down the heave and we both took anything and everything that we needed. Charon took my hand again and we bolted. We were close enough to the entrance that we would escape again before they could even see us.
We found shelter in a little collection of houses. The moment we stepped through the door of one still standing house, I had to step outside to hurl. I just puked up every ounce of bile and acid in my gut. I was shaking hard and I could hardly calm myself. I wiped my nose of dripping mucus and my mouth of sickening acid. I stepped back through the door with Charon waiting for me. His armor was piled on the couch, and he pulled me into a very awkward hug. I stood there, dumbfounded. I didn't hug back I was so shocked. He pulled away from me and asked, "Was that a normal thing to do when something goes good?"
"U-Uh, yeah, sure." I was revolted by my own breath. I gagged and took a swig of water to try and wash out the taste. I spat out on the ground.
"Was that Pronto's place?"
I looked down, "Yeah, it was."
He pulled me into another embrace. I held him back this time. He tucked his elbows in closer to his body, I held him tighter, resting my cheek against his chest. He put his hand on the back of my head. The embrace felt better this time. "Was that the right thing to do?"
I grinned. "Yeah, that was right."
He pulled away first. "Are we staying the night here?"
"Yeah, I'm exhausted. We'll leave first thing in the morning."
We dragged our bodies up the rickety stairs and collapsed onto the bed. We slept soundly that night.
*Twofer, maybe threefer, for not updating in a while. Thank you again for reading! I appreciate it, and I hope you like it!*