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Default   #56   sylvanSpider sylvanSpider is offline
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Taka looked down, her eyes betraying the bitterness she felt towards the man. “Things started out okay under Mavrick. He was supposed to be a man for the people, but he's only the man for himself. Anyone that gets in his way is disposable, and anyone that doesn't is also disposable. I can only imagine being close to him back in the day.” She shook her head, clenching her fists, “Important thing is is that we're both out now. But...I worry that he might try to extend past District 3. I think he's aiming to take control of the whole city.”

Aren took the rag and nodded thanks to Tristan, turning back to Ian. Ian was hot to the touch and Aren folded the rag neatly, pressing it gently on his forehead, “Leave that there for a little bit. I'll change it out once it warms up. Shit, man, you got hit hard.” Aren then turned attention back to Ian's leg, cleaning up the excess spillage. For sure, we're going to need a tetanus shot. That, or your leg is going to have to go, and there are some major arteries there that I'd rather not sever.”

Taka could see the concerned look on her roommate's face. His brow was furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line. She was silent for a moment, watching Aren work, seeing Tristan sitting by, an equally worried expression on his own face. Something had to be done. After some uncomfortable silence, she finally spoke up, “I can get it for you. I know where the old hospital is, and the shots don't have any street value. There's bound to be some left.”

Aren blinked. Was this girl for real? Then, she'd worked for Mavrick before. She knew the outside world well. If anyone stood a chance, it was her. She was like another Ian. But then, she didn't know the way out. “Ian, would you be alright if I showed Taka the path you took us on? Taka, are you sure this is something you can handle?”

Taka nodded, “I can handle it. I've been out by myself more times than I've been with others. I know the parts of the city that weren't repurposed, and I even know the hotspots for infected populations and Mav's goonies to avoid. I can get it. I just...I just need a path out.”
All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.

Even insects breathe.

-Rawi Hage, Cockroach
Old Posted 06-29-2018, 05:10 PM Reply With Quote