#visiting-guest

“Good enough if I do say so myself,” Wilson murmured and dusted off the dirt from his hands. It wasn’t that he was eager to find himself six feet under any time soon or end up sore from yet another resurrection, he just disliked some chores more than others. Usually if it meant securing other people’s safety over his own, he’d be a little more motivated to get it done. Old habits, perhaps, but when it came to his own wellbeing he would rather be doing literally anything else, frankly. 

And one of those things, he thought as he nudged a pile of grass and twigs against the camp wall with his foot, was science experiments. Being the only person around with any semblance of medicinal knowledge was a bloody nightmare. Even if he found time to engage in his own scientific pursuits, it was almost always undermined by someone with a broken nose or a gushing wound. Of course he was more than happy to help but what did a man have to do for some peace and quiet around here? He was both thankful and wholeheartedly infuriated at his medical degree.

Standing back up to his full height, he propped his hands onto his hips and glanced around the camp. The air smelled crisp with ozone and the grass blew in golden waves, each strand against another like the sound of water against the coast. The fortifications around camp creaked with a strong gust and taking another look around, his heart bounded at the emptiness. A manic grin spread ear to ear and his hands clasped together with mad glee as his dark eyes bounced from one survivor-less spot to the other. 

“Finally,” He breathed, “I can get some work done!” With no one in sight, he was free to do whatever he wanted! And no one to complain about his mumbling, either. He gathered a blueprint into his arms hastily and hurried over to his cluttered, rickety table and rolled it out with a wide, overdramatic flourish. He pinned down each corner with a variety of useless trinkets and smooth out the paper with his palms. “Now where did I leave off?”