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stilljustandrew) wrote2018-04-08 10:19 pm
stilljustandrew) wrote2018-04-08 10:19 pm
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[reverse darkest timeline au: you stay here]
The thing about a road trip is: you need roads.
No one's been maintaining this particular stretch of highway for years, which means there are places where they have to maneuver slowly around pitted and cracked surfaces, around fallen trees, around the abandoned wreckage of less fortunate cars. One such heap looks a little too deliberate, according to Kali, and they go back to detour wide around that one for fear of ambush.
There's an enclave somewhere around here, she says, calls itself Nowhere Special. Human, which doesn't mean friendly; there's every chance the ambush was theirs. Or of some enemy camp looking to take over their territory.
It's late afternoon, somewhere between misty and drizzly, when they pull up to the long-abandoned gas station.
No one's been maintaining this particular stretch of highway for years, which means there are places where they have to maneuver slowly around pitted and cracked surfaces, around fallen trees, around the abandoned wreckage of less fortunate cars. One such heap looks a little too deliberate, according to Kali, and they go back to detour wide around that one for fear of ambush.
There's an enclave somewhere around here, she says, calls itself Nowhere Special. Human, which doesn't mean friendly; there's every chance the ambush was theirs. Or of some enemy camp looking to take over their territory.
It's late afternoon, somewhere between misty and drizzly, when they pull up to the long-abandoned gas station.
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"Yeah," he says. "Well, for a door, the gas station seems like the safest bet."
Which they're still a little ways away from, in deference to "Nita's" safety concerns.
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She crouches slightly, and gathers Nita's limp form into her arms. (Just two arms, now. It's hard to say when the other two went away.)