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Wiping the tears from my eyes, I sniffled and opened them, looking around a seemingly black room. How much time had gone by since I began keeping watch? Sweeping some of my hair aside, I kept my knees close to my chest, staring outside of the bars, unable to see anything, save for a few bright flashes of glowing yellow eyes.
Really...this was starting to become too much and I just began. Shit man, how much more could really happen?
Releasing a long held sigh, I continued staring out through the bars, trying to paint pictures in my head about what was outside, beyond the safety of the barred metal barrier.
Although I wanted to picture people waiting to save us and no zombies what-so-ever, the idea was impossible and I continued to redraw the bloody messes of half-life beings, crawling around with no other thoughts than 'kill'. These pictures made me shudder and shook me to the core as I opened my eyes, glancing around once more. Everything was dark and I could barley make out where anybody was...wasn't there a lantern sitting here earlier? Maybe it was still there...pressing my hands to the cold metal table, I moved them slowly, trying to locate the where-abouts of this assumed lantern. After a long moment of trying, I gave up and slumped back down, rubbing the nose of my bridge in an aggravated motion.
Maybe I should wake one of them up...
Waking up The Girl (Really, what was her name?)
I stalked quietly over to the sleeping bag that the brunette had curled up in, poking her lightly.
"Hey [insert her name here]...hey wake up." I whispered lightly, trying to get her up. She groaned and stirred, but didn't wake up. Pursing my lips, I poked her again.
"[Insert her name here]. Wake uuuup." I tried a second time, cupping my hand around her shoulder and shaking her.
"Whaaat?" she groaned and rolled her arm, forcing my grip away. Sitting up, she stared at me with sleepy eyes. I frowned and hopped backwards a bit.
"Can you take watch?" I questioned lightly, mentally hoping she'd just nod her head and get up. Instead, she groaned again and rubbed her head.
"When'dya take watch?" She asked.
Uuuuh...when'd I take watch?
"I dunno..." I muttered in reply.
"Well, take watch for a little longer, then wake me up." And with that, she rolled back over and went back to sleep.
FAIL.
Waking Up Francis
Quietly watching from my seated position, I stared at the sleeping Biker. Did I reeeeally want to wake him up?...Yeah, I did.
Moving from the table, I stepped over to him and bent down, poking his vested back.
"Pssst...wake up." I whispered. He mumbled something obscene and didn't stir. I furrowed my brows and pouted. Taking both of my hands, I placed them on his back and shook him violently (well, it felt like that...). The male finally woke up, sitting up and swatting his hand at me, smacking my arms away.
"What the fuck is your problem!" he growled, not bothering to keep his voice down. I frowned a little
"Can you take watch?" I asked politely, ignoring the anger in his voiec. He must have thought I was being sarcastic with my tone and his eyes narrowed heavily.
"Why? Are you sleepy? Or scared?" he growled in a mocking voice. I puffed up my cheeks and crossed my arms.
"I just asked a simply question, Why are you going off on a bitch fit?" I was cranky, otherwise I probably would have started bawling my eyes out at what he was saying.
"Fuck off!" he snapped. My eye twitched with rage and I stood to my feet, trying to keep my composure. "I mean you're not even important to the team. You're a woman and the real men need their sleep so they can fight." And with that, I kicked him out of a blind furry.
"Excuse me! I can fight!" That was a lie. He got to his feet, towering over my short self and glared down, teeth clenched together in anger.
Looking up, I felt my body shake a little.
"On second thought keeping watch is pretty fun..." I quickly whimpered. Saying nothing, he laid back down and returned to sleeping. I hadn't noticed if the other's woke up or not. Looks like it was still my turn.
FAIL.
Waking Up Bill
Swallowing nervously, I stared over at the elder man of the group, debating whether I should wake him up or not. I was getting pretty drowsy, and keeping watch was sooo boring...yeah, I was gunna go for it.
Creeping over to him, I lightly shook his shoulder.
"Excuse me, sir." I whispered, trying to get his attention. After a moment, he stirred and then awoke, looking at me with one eye.
"What?" His voice was bland and semi-aggravated. I twiddled with my fingers.
"Sir, could you keep watch now please?" I asked politely, having been raised to respect my elders. He looked at me again before heaving a bothered sigh and sitting up. Getting to his feet, he picked up his gun (hell if I knew what kind it was) and began towards the door.
A light flickered in my eyes happily. Yay, I got to sleep!
Then he stopped and turned his head a little.
"I knew you weren't capable." His voice pierced my ears sharply, although his tone was very mellow and low. I sat in shock as he continued forward and sat on the small table that was directly beside the metal door.
Quietly dragging the sleeping bag into the bathroom, I shut the door and curled up into it completely, the tears starting again.
I got to sleep, but there goes my spirits.
SEMI-FAIL.
Waking Up Louis
Twiddling with my fingers, I glanced over to the black, well-dressed, sleeping male. Out of the four, he seemed the nicest, and he also seemed like the first person that'd actually help me. Swinging my legs off of the metal I was seated on, I crawled over to Louis and shook him lightly.
"Louis...?" I questioned lightly, waiting for him to wake up. "Wake up, please..." I muttered again, sitting on my knees. Watching for a short minute, he finally made a noise and rolled over, rubbing his eyes.
"What's up?" He asked in a sleepy voice. I rubbed my eye with the back of my hand, getting stray tears away. Sniffling, I placed them back into my lap.
"Can you take watch now...? I'm so tired..." Sucks, doesn't it? Having insomnia, I mean. All those nights stay up late and never sleeping were fiiinally catching up and I wish I would have slept more. Louis sat up and yawned, a smile creeping up on his lips.
"Sure thing. You get some rest." He got to his feet and gestured to the sleeping bag. I looked at it for a moment, and then back at him, offering a tiny smile along my lips.
"Thank you..." I nodded my head a little, my voice cracking through the whisper. Adjusting myself into the sleeping bag, I curled my knees to my chest and allowed my eyes to close.
"Sleep well." Was the last thing I heard before drifting away into a black, dreamless sleep.
After contemplating for what seemed like hours, I decided waking up Louis would be the best option I had. If I wanted my morals crushed, I would remember to wake up Bill. Likewise, if I wanted to get insulted or ignored: Francis or the girl.
Moving down from the the metal I was seated on, I lightly shook Louis' shoulder, yawning and rubbing my eye.
"Louis...Louis wake up." I managed through my heavy yawn. His body visibly moved and he rolled over, stretching his arms before rubbing his eyes and releasing a yawn.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice filled with a lulling tone. Hearing it made me less shook up, yet my sleepy feeling didn't cease.
"Can you take watch, please?" I questioned, naturally frowning due to the fatigue. Sitting up, he yawned again before rising to his feet.
"Sure thing. How'd it go?" he questioned. I shrugged my shoulders. Was I suppose to be paying attention to something?
"Fine...nothing happened." I answered in a slightly confused voice.
"You didn't hear anything? Didn't see anything?" he questioned cautiously. I shook my head.
"Well, I saw yellow sometimes moving past the door, but that was it." Louis nodded his head in what seemed to be an understanding gesture.
"Alright...well, get some sleep. You're gunna need it for tomorrow. You ever navigate the subways?" he was smiling as he spoke, picking up a gun and checking it for something (ammo...?).
"Yeah, plenty of times..." I replied, remembering having to take trains and subways everywhere in the past...who could afford to buy a car? It was-in a way-cheaper to get money to purchase train, subway, and bus tickets...well that's what my mum and I thought.
"Good! Maybe they won't absolutely hate'cha if you at least know where you're goin'." He meant it as a joke, and I took it as something serious, but smiled none-the-less.
"Who knows..." I smiled lightly before closing my eyes and falling asleep, feeling rather peaceful and content with where I was: a cold concrete floor in a small room with four people I didn't know.
Hey guys! You can think of this almost as a 'filler', but I didn't want to write too much.
I'll probably be going through the entire game, but not make a chapter for each Campaign chapter...unless, that's what I should do. I mean, I can do that, but I'm not sure if it'd be too much to read or if it'd mean the bonding takes longer...
Anyway, the next chapter will be the Subways. I'll start writing according to the chapter title in the Campaigns. Like NM Subways (No Mercy Subways) DT Drains (Death Toll Drains) yadda yadda.
I may do that. But I may not...I'll have to consult with the council.
Enjoy or don't!
-Miss Soapy