#wcdash

Seven, you’re up. 

The ground ruptures, and with it, the umbilical cable severs. Five minutes will pass, and Unit-01 will go silent. Shinji can barely sustain the AT field with how much the Eva has already been worn down, and the LCL is nearly suffocating him at this point. 

Courtesy of future housing, Shinji was able to make preparations for Unit-01 with the help of robot maids. It took maybe an hour between them; the LCL is old, but the umbilical cords are connected and she’s ready to move on the barest minimum with Shinji taking the pilot’s seat. Shinji didn’t think he would ever need Unit-01 for anything at all, but now he’s secretly thanking his past self for keeping her around.  There’s no thinking about it at this point. Shinji knows that Rika--and possibly others--are likely stuck inside the hospital, and the island itself is under fire. Literally, it is on fire; lights speed by overhead, and the sounds of screeches in the distance are unnerving.  It’s times like these that really remind Shinji of home...but those thoughts don’t belong here now. All it is to him is another war zone. Shinji can’t think about it.  The Eva creaks back to life with Shinji in the cockpit; there’s an irritated groaning coming from within the beast and the ground shakes as she takes her steps towards the hospital.  Shinji can’t help coughing. The LCL really is expired, and although faint now, he can still smell the acrid scent of blood. A little further... 

It took a long time for Elk to finally accept that the apartments were no longer safe. He had himself under the delusion that the goats would fix it again, like they always do, and things could go back to somewhat-normal. However, when the repairs never came, and the destruction gradually began to get worse, Elk had finally packed up what he could and took on a nomadic lifestyle within the trees and remote reaches of the islands. He knew how to camp, of course, along with some basic survival skills.