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THERE WAS SOMETHING so peaceful about sitting outside during dawn. the sky was clear ; sun painting colours of orange and pink across the horizon. without noticing , the man started to hum the song he used to sing to his daughter to sleep when she was little. you are my sunshine .. my only sunshine .. he glanced at the sky, completely lost in thought. “ god damn it. ” elijah whispered to himself.
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it’s rare for sint to leave his warehouse, but when he does ! oh, when he does, he remembers to lock it up with his trusty security system that he’d managed to build from scratch and a few online tutorials. his photographic memory helped a lot, too, because his family had one installed on their house when he was just sixteen. now, he’s been watching the other fumble with the keypad beside his door for more than a few minutes. own gaze shifts towards the wires running up from the box, making sure they don’t expose any potential giveaways from the outside that would help them find a way to bypass it. ❛ –– you’ll, uh ... need a code to get in there. it’s sixteen digits, so good luck. ❜
one hand falls from the strap of his backpack, head just barely canting as he offers a half - smile. of course, he’s the only one who knows the numbers by heart. sixteen different options and about a quadrillion different combinations that could have been possible. getting inside without knowing the code is nearly impossible. ❛ can i help you with something ? ❜ eyebrows raise in slight curiosity, backpack nearly overflowing with different devices and electronic parts that he’d managed to score in a nearby town –– one that was deserted completely. he had things to do, wires and buttons to inspect. besides, he hasn’t seen an actual person in days, maybe even weeks. his sociability skills may be a little rusty.
OPEN.
one hand is stretched out, fingers curling around cloth of a shirt before he’s yanking the figure back into the empty room with him. although the infected use their noses more than their ears, a finger is lifted to his lips –– a signal to shut the hell up. the dragging of limbs is ominous behind them, a broken wall being the only barrier between the alive and the undead. the slightest creak of old wood could trigger the zombie’s attention towards the two, and lachlan didn’t want that.
hand falls, but his hearing is still completely focused on the sounds of the nearby infected as he reaches for the gun in his backpack slowly. blond, damp locks from the looming storm above are dripping with rain as his head turns to see through just a slight crack in the wall. one, two, three, four ... ten infected. just pulling themselves around without a care in the world.
❛ we can’t stay here. ❜ disregarding his own battle wounds –– a few cuts and bruises on his face, giant gash across his stomach with blood seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt –– lachlan’s gaze returns to the other’s and he just shakes his head. ❛ i’m gonna get higher and shoot, and you can just run. okay ? east. there’s no infected over there right now. ❜ voice is a quiet whisper, something of inaudible sorts to anyone not human.
one eye blinks shut, focus completely on the sky as lachlan reclines back onto one of the bigger rocks atop the mountain. sniper is mounted beside him, pointed down towards a lower dip in the land. hand soon lifts, fingers forming an l - shape as he sets his attention on just one small part of the sky. the boy’s lips can be seen moving as he silently counts the number of stars in his little corner of the night sky. somewhere far off, he can hear rustling. the noise doesn’t startle him –– rotters don’t stalk, they hunt. they aren’t courteous or quiet at night. ❛ i can hear you. ❜ head barely turns in the direction of the sound. he assumes he’s safe, too, because the infected don’t usually lounge around and speak coherently. ❛ you’re very bad at sneaking up on people. ❜ people aren’t threats, not unless they’re aggressive towards him first. curiosity makes him turn his head towards the source, arms dropping to rest upon his chest as he awaits the reveal of his newfound company.
