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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:33 am
"You didn't picture zombies?" she said with a hoarse laugh that turned into a cough. "Y'should know by now that nothin' with me's ever easy."
She closed her eyes for a bit, letting the nice hum of the car mix with Jack's labored breathing and her own occasional wheezes. Tenebrae worked best in peace and quiet; a thing Chel very rarely provided him with.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:59 am
"I like a challenge."
He lapsed into silence, half out of concentration and half to let her rest. Funny how it hadn't been long ago that their positions had been reversed. Occasionally Jack glanced in the mirror to make sure neither of their civilians would decide to stage a riot in the back again, but both girls remained still and unconscious. Good. He had enough aches without worrying about getting struck in the head.
When the pain lessened and they were back on a stretch of highway, he began to relax. The horse creature wasn't manifesting at least, and the undying population was less dense than in the city. He thumped the wheel idly until it became a beat, until he began to hum, until he could hear the accompaniment in his head cover up the wounds Creation had left.
"Looks to me like heaven sent/No lullaby kid no 5%/Any way you want to cut that cake/She's dyin' from the likes of abandonment."
There was something just innately wrong with a car that had no functioning radio.
"Lost in the valley without my horses/She need somebody to hold..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 11:07 am
In the strange way that Jack always allowed, Chel was able to get some rest. She'd been going non-stop since they'd walked through the portal (and arguably even before the portal) and hadn't realized just how tired she was from constant vigilance and focused worry.
If it was anyone but him and maybe Chris at the wheel, Chel would have remained alert- baggy eyes and a headache, but alert. With Jack she felt she was afforded a few minutes because she felt comfortable enough to hand over the burden, to trust him not to ******** it up. Oddly enough, it felt a little bit like a road trip; if the thought of zombies, civilians and Halloween wasn't pulsing through her brain, she might have sung along.
"Pull over," she murmured once he'd finished singing, turning on her side facing the window. "S'no more monsters, yer just wastin' gas."
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