#logan01

      A quick job back to the next ward, that’s all he needed. He just needed to run back, grab something he placed in the house he was sharing, and head back to what he was doing. Simple, right? A quick run to fetch something and be back to his own business. That was, of course, till something caught his attention.

      Well, more like someone. The man slowed his pace before suddenly coming to a halt, staring across the rubble filled street. No-- he had to be seeing things, right? Right. Eyes playing tricks on him, that was it. Just. Move on, keep going.

      But he couldn’t, no. Something was too familiar, even from the distance. He should just keep going, there were hundreds of people in this place! It could have been anyone! But dammit, if he couldn’t stop himself from pacing for a moment before dashing across the street, cursing himself under his breath and---

There was only enough fuel in the car to reach Haven. But when Scott was paired with Logan, it look barely a look to know where they would be heading first. There needed to be no discussion, no question between the two men. They were going back to the institute.

"Next left. Should be here." Scott said folding up the map. The drive had been quiet, his navigation precise. And they needed it too, the familiar roads to the institute looked alien now. Overgrown and decrepit, another reminder of how quickly things fell apart in a few months. As if they needed reminding. Brows furrowed as the car pulled up to the gate. It was reinforced, bloodied spikes and welded metal jutting out against the solid black bars. But /that/, he expected.  

"The gate's open... Why is the gate open?" Scott shot a glance at Logan. It wasn't a moment before he had unclipped his seatbelt, car door slamming behind him and he was pushing the gate open and running through. The heavy iron whined as it drew back... turning the head of every zombie swarming the fields inside. "No...  no no no."

Jacqui was running late. Well, as late as someone could be for an unofficial celebration of a not-quite-legal drug that had no real beginning or end. It wasn't even 4 yet, so they had plenty of time to make it for 4:20, but this was Jacqui. They loved holidays - all holidays. And they loved getting high. So this was the best of both worlds, and they wanted to celebrate to the moon.

Literally, when talking about how high they wanted to get.

They passed a familiar face as they were practically skipping thru campus to get to the park at the edge of it, a grin immediately appearing on their face. A hook-up never resulted in awkwardness afterwards for them, so even though they hadn't really spoken to Logan since, that didn't stop them from slowing their steps, turning to walk backwards as they greeted her. "You're going the wrong direction," they said in a musical lilt, chin lifting as they motioned back the way they were heading.