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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:15 pm
Ambrose was dead to the world that night, wrapped lovingly around his mate girlfriend, Angelina. Her body heat and comforting smell in tandem with the minimal shelter that the lean-to provided was all he needed to help him sleep soundly through the night.
When the rousing sunshine and birdcalls of dawn finally reached the wolfman's senses, he yawned lazily, hugged himself closer to the woman in his arms, and lazily lifted an eyelid.
The first thing that came to his attention was the normal background scents and noises of the camp was strangely silent. No Amaya... no scents of the slew of people that had taken up resident in his pack camp.
He planted a small kiss on Angelina's forehead and crawled out into the sunshine.
The campfire was long since out - the drowning rains had seen to that. THe river level was also raised since he had last ventured out - but not dangerously so. But it was a ghost town. Where was everyone? Why hadn't they woken him?
He stood up and pricked his ears. Had something happ-
Then he stopped, his eyes widening. There was a faint sound - ever so faint, but unmistakable. It was a buzz that had been absent from the island for months - something that before hand had been so everpresent that he had begun to tune it out. It was the sound of electricity buzzing through wires all over the island.
The power was back.
His face broke into a grin.
"Angelina! Angelina! Wake up Wake up!" His tail was a blur of happy wagging, his eyes shone with a light of excitement as the possibilities tumbled through his mind: real cooked meals! real beds! a SHOWER!.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:17 pm
Angelina sat up straight, being so suddenly jerked from sleep. SHe had been on extra paranoia since being trapped int he "wild" for the past few weeks. A rush of panic raced through her. "What? WHAT?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:18 pm
"Listen! Listen!" Ambrose exclaimed, for the moment not realizing that not everyone sported his acute hearing.
"Hear that buzzing! IT's... it's the POWER! I think it's back on! Come on! Come one!" he elated, virtually bouncing in place. "Food! Bed! Showers! I bet they're back!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:20 pm
"Oh ********" Angelina said as she sprung up and slipped her shirt over her head. She grabbed Ambrose's hand, and, not having the advantage of his hearing or smell, she gave him a look that said "after you"
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:24 pm
Ambrose replied with a wide smile and a grip of her hand and began leading her through the jungle at a breakneck speed, hopping over logs, ducking under low branches, in a westward direction.
About halfway through his frenetic run, his noise alerted him of the smell of COOKED food.
"Oh my god - I think the cafeteria's open!" He elated. "Oh god... what first? A shower? Or REAL food?"
His stomach cast its vote - he hadn't eaten much since the rains had begun, but Ambrose felt positively NASTY. It honestly was a really tough call.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:26 pm
"I can't get much dirtier than I already am - but I would KILL for a something processed and perservative-filled." The shower could wait. She would just let the hot water run over her until it ran ice cold.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:30 pm
"Right you are." Ambrose grinned with sharp teeth. Both options sounded equally tempting to him - and he was sure if there were others in the cafeteria than they would forgive his bedraggled look as they would have been out in the jungle equally long.
Soon, they were emerging through the treeline - and the village was before them. But unlike the depressing ghost town he had visited before, there were lights, and he could swear he saw the door of at least one duplex standing open - but... best of all, the scents of the cafeteria were mesmerizing. As much as he longed for a shower, he didn't think that his stomach would have let him make that decision with the engulfing smells of cooked meat this close.
And.... even more strangely... the jeep - the one with the Feral Labs logo on its side, was standing nearby.
But for the moment, any thought of an ambush or attack was shoved aside. He didn't care if it meant real food.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:31 pm
Angelina, too, noticed the Jeep and through a questioning glance at Ambrose, shrugging.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:32 pm
Ambrose shrugged in response to her glance. "I have no idea.... but, to be honest, at this point I don't really care. The hell with it - let's go get some food!"
And with that, he bounded towards the cafeteria.
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