+ LIAM (@ohghxst )
“Ándale, muchacho,” Jo gestures at Liam to pick up the pace. “You walk like you’ve got nowhere to be.” Her impatience spurs her on as they trek through town in the aftermath of the tornado. It had blown through Idaho Falls like a motherfucker and several of the already run-down buildings never stood a chance, the middle school included. It’s why they’re out there in the first place, searching for a new abandoned building that hadn’t been completely destroyed by the storm. One that could serve as a new lookout since the middle school was no longer viable.
She kicks up rubble as she climbs over debris, dust covering the tops of her worn boots, mud caking the bottoms. Patrols have been going out less and less the days after the tornado hit, so anyone not on one was charged with tasks intent on rebuilding and reinforcing and, in Jo and Liam’s case, recon. Several others had gone out too, reporting back their findings so they had to search elsewhere to at least have something to bring back to the enforcers. And as afternoon quickly bleeds into evening, Jo is keen to get a move on so they can report back.
“There’s a boarded up Holiday Inn about a mile away. We can scope that one out, see if its structurally sound, etcetera, etcetera,” she says, glancing over at him. “Figured we should be in the same area as the middle school.” The hotel had become home to stray animals but she figures none could be quite so big as to be a threat, so they may as well explore.
