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“It’s fine...I’m trying to get my brother to read more…” Ian didn’t mention how he himself barely knew how to read… he could recognize the letters and numbers… but the bigger words always gave him trouble when he heart them or saw them. “My mum always called that stuff Germ Soap…….there’s a old store on one of the big streets that looks like it sold that stuff by the bar. Not sure much if left after so long.” The fit man shrugged as he set up his own sleeping pallet and pulled some called food out of his backpack.

The ginger man had long since gotten used to the taste of cold canned foods. Some of the canned food needed to be heated again… so Ian had stolked up on those that didn’t need to be heated… if you didn’t make a fire then you had less chance of being found… plus this room didn’t have a window to vent the smoke from a fire out of.

A brow rose when the other began to make the slides… Ian had little idea what they were for other than looking really closely at something….it sounded interesting but Ian didn’t think much of it. As he un canned the fruit he’d brought, siping the juice and using his fingers to pick out pieces of fruit the ginger haired man kept as quiet as he could.

HIs thought that Aren‘s brother was the one lost had been right then… if the others use of past tense was right….and Ian had another idea of exactly how Aren knew when the patrols where started each night. He wasn’t going to say anything, the kid hadn't lead the military to him …. So he would keep this going for now. It was kind of nice to leave the wall without a job waiting for him on the other side.

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Ian ended up taking first watch, and barricading the door a bit to let the other male sleep more when it was supposed to be his turn. The ginger man had strange dreams, nothing unusual for him after the past couple of years…. This time it was just him staring at himself in a mirror…. And his reflection began to change… into a runner, wild and crazed eyes...bloodshot and always twitching, then it was him turning into a Growth….blind and clicking his way to his victims…. One of which was his brother and that image had Ian bolting up right from his pallet and he was panting. A fine sweat running down his brow form the dream.