*General POV*
It had been two days since the incident, things had been fairly quiet. They'd been eating the soup from cans without really rationing, and though they knew they were running out, no one could bring themselves to care.
It was quiet, they were all quiet, but Lucy and Rogue were the only ones who had said nothing since the funeral. Rogue spent most of his time at the graves, where no one dared to disrupt him.
The group was overall depressed but somehow functioning, they'd lost a sister. A friend. But they could only go forward, it was the only viable direction.
Lucy, who had just started to return to normal, had reverted to her gruff, tough, survival-mode self. But no one wanted to comfort her just yet, she needed to mourn in her own way, they all did.
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*Lucy's POV*
It's okay.
It's alright.
She's fine.
It's fine.
No it's not.
She's dead.
Sting's dead too.
Everything is dark...
I jolt awake. This fucking dreams are getting too fucking annoying. I'm angry, and everyone and no one, I need to do something to keep myself busy. We're almost out of food, maybe I could go find more. Or maybe we should just find a new place to stay. Though I don't think it would be good yet, we should stay near the graves for a bit longer. Just til we're ready to leave. Just til I'm ready to leave.
"I'm gonna go look for food, were almost out." My voice is scratchy from the lack of use.
"I don't think that a good idea..." Laxus says sternly.
"We need it. Please..." I don't wanna beg. I just hope he knows I need this. I need to get this out of my system.
He sighs, "fine, but you're not going alone." He ruffles my hair.
I huff and tie my hair back into a ponytail, no point in fixing the mess Laxus probably made out of my hair.
"I'll go." Rogue said as he walked through the door, as he rolls up the sleeves of his sweater.
Laxus says nothing, he's probably thinking that the two of us alone, together, and angry will make some brash decisions and somehow get ourselves killed. Maybe we will... Only one way to find out.
"Sounds good." I decide for Laxus, he's taking way too long. "Let's fucking go." I am not even sure where we're going.
"You should head south, there's a small town. It's overrun, probably not too badly though." Wendy suggested from her place on the couch, where she was braiding her own hair intricately.
"Thanks." I try to smile, though I'm sure a grimace is pasted on my face.
"It's about midday, you guys should be there by dark. Which means that you can scout for food in the morning, and start heading back by afternoon, which means you'd be traveling in the dark. That might not be too safe, so you could technically stay there a second night and return the second morning, which is the third day." Wendy created a game plan quite quickly.
"Okay. We'll be back in two days tops, if we aren't back by the third day, send a small group to check if we're dead or hurt." Rogue said with a straight face.
His jaw is set, constantly clenching and unclenching. He looks dangerous and aggressive, and totally my type. But there's no time for anything like that. I need to blow off steam, I'm still upset that Mira was killed, and Sting as well, but I wasn't quite as close to him. A loss is a loss though, I lost my big sister and one of my brothers, and though the murderer is dead, I'm still here. I'm still upset! I'm still pissed as hell.
"-good?"
"Huh?" I hadn't realized I'd zoned out.
"I said 'are you good?', cuz I'm ready to go." Rogue was still standing by the open door.
"Yeah. I am." I wave once at everyone in the cabin and duck out the door. Rogue follows me momentarily, I'm guessing after he says his quick goodbyes to the group.
We walk in silence southbound for a few minutes, and as soon as we were out of dragonslayer earshot I tell Rogue how it is, even though I'm sure he already knows.
"We go in. We kill stuff, we camp out somewhere safe, we kill more stuff, we find the food, THEN we camp out again, and THEN we come back." I say in one breath, "All good?"
"Glad we're on the same page." Rogue smirks at me.
"Great." I say as I start jogging. He matches my pace, obviously waiting for me to start running before he does, what a fucking gentleman.
I break into a sprint, grinning while turning my head to see Rogue still beside me. It's pretty nice to run with two people compared to the whole pack, less to worry about.
I turn my head forward and keep pumping my legs.