06-17-2017, 12:14 AM
“Not to worry! Almost there!” Graowr said, dragging Isaac up through the sandhills leading up to the platform of the safehouse. Each pull sent spasms of pain right through his leg which at this point he wasn’t even bothering trying to hide, if only because the fact it was taking this long to reach actual medical treatment when he was so close to it was grinding his gears far more than his stupid leg was.
“Come on, hurry up!” he said amidst agonized groans.
“Wow, you’re being really rude all of sudden!”
“Sorry…”
One more yank was all that was required to set him free. His body shattered the underwater dunes, giving the blue-skinned alien just enough leeway to pull him up onto the dock. He landed with a soft thunk, resting his head against the dirt-covered, old, wooden pier. After what felt like hours upon hours out at sea, the touch of something dry, of something solid underneath him instead of liquid blue, was enough to make him want to remove his helmet and start kissing the earth underneath him. He probably would have done it too, if Graowr had not wrapped her arms around his back and legs and lifted him up, princess style.
“Wha- hey!” he said, staring up at the bubblegum girl. “I can walk! I’m not THAT helpless.”
“Oh. In that case…” Her grip around his body loosened. He started slipping out of her grasp and towards the floor. He practically pissed his water-logged pants, holding onto her shoulders for dear life.
“Okay, okay, nevermind! This is actually really nice of you, thank you…”
Giggling to herself, she tightened her arms around him, stopping his fall. She walked forward, allowing Isaac to brood and grumble to himself about being treated like a child in her arms. Despite the almost condescending act, however, the spaceman relaxed himself, shaving off pounds of stress accumulated from his damaged leg and his damaged mind. It felt comfortable being carried like this; somehow, it reminded him of Nicole.
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They didn’t talk much as they entered the bunker. It had clearly been used in the past, if the cracks in the grey, stone walls were any indication of that. Green mosses lined the corners of the building, no doubt a direct result of the flooding in the area causing it to breed within the confines of the safehouse. They passed through a variety of rooms in an attempt to find an infirmary of some description. They walked by a room with wooden racks filled with rifles and machine guns from various eras. They zoomed by guard posts containing relics of a war that had happened a long time ago, such as a black diary consumed by age, a green cap with several dents, and a letter with a heart stamped in the middle.
Finally, after a few minutes of wandering, they found what they could only assume to be a med-bay. It was no med-bay Isaac had ever seen, though. Small cots laid in perfectly lined-up formation; in the back stood a large case with a red cross in the middle, with a moveable table lined with medical tools right next to it.
The azure-skinned alien set the engineer down on the closest cot to the medical supplies. His weight caused the cloth of the cot to sag, but was stable enough to keep him comfortable. As Graowr rushed over towards the medical kit, Clarke pressed a red-colored button on his RIG. A hologram materialized in front of him, showcasing his entire body. A white bar filled up at the bottom of the hologram as it scanned him. His leg flashed red before the hologram zoomed in.
“Dislocation of left knee. Seek medical attention.” The feminine voice inside his helmet distracted her from the woman standing above him, asking about his condition.
He told her.
Nodding, she opened up the case and pulled out a variety of materials.
“Is it too late for me to tell you I’ve never done this before?” Graowr said, her tone sheepish that contrasted heavily with her aloof facial expression.
“It’s just a dislocated knee, I’m sure it can’t be th- OW! You just stabbed my leg with a syringe!”
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“Alright, nice and easy, space man.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
They stumbled out of the infirmary, one of Graowr’s hands cupping Clarke’s chest while the other wrapped itself around his back to support him. The engineer limped forward, pushing his weight against her as they walked. Eventually, her grip on his body loosened, and he moved forward without her assistance. He braced himself for the inevitable face-plant.
Much to his relief, all that was met was an irritating, but otherwise slight cramp.
“Alright, I can walk. You don’t need to babysit me anymore.” He said. He let out a few chuckles when the bubblegum girl rolled her eyes in response.
“I would say ‘you owe me one,’ miner guy, but after all that, it just wouldn’t be real fair if I took the next item you found here, so I say we should team. Team?”
She spoke so fast that it took him a few moments just to think of something to respond with. That happened to be a shrug.
“Sure, why not? I know literally no one else here.”
“Great!” she replied, bringing up her hand for a high-five. Sighing with the tone of an embarrassed parent, he lifted his own and accepted her high-five. “Go Team Space Man Roar!”
“Uh, yeah! Go Space Man Roar!” What the absolute fuck did I just say?!
He didn’t get much time to ponder that question before his new alien ally was off onto some other subject.
“Anyways,” she said, “what do we do now?”
“Ummm…”
That’s a good question, actually.
It was then he remembered the brown knapsack pinned onto his utility belt. He removed it and opened it.
“Guess we should take inventory.”
And with that, he began to loot. The first thing he pulled out were several blocks of packaged, white chunks of tofu. The silvery paper surrounding the tofu was soggy, but he figured the food was intact, if only the tiniest bit smushed up. He then pulled out a flashlight and a piece of flint and steel. The flint and steel he ignored, but he did place the flashlight on his belt. Never know when one was going to need a light at some point. He sighed upon seeing the waterskin. It wasn’t like he hated water, but after being dragged through the flood plains since the start of the day, he wasn’t eager to have anything to do with it. Nevertheless, he attached it to his utility belt.
He then pulled out what looked to be a tablet of some sort. He looked at it for a few moments before setting on the ground to be used afterwards.
And finally, he removed a massive metal pole with a phone at the end of it. He glared at it, twisted it around, basically did everything within his mental power to figure out what the absolutely fuckety fuck the thing was supposed to actually BE. He eventually just gave up and shoved it back into the knapsack alongside the tofu rations and the flint and steel.
He closed the sack and placed it on his utility belt, reaching down for the tablet. He brought it up to his face and pressed a few buttons. A holographic projection of the island appeared from out of the screen, with a single square dot inside the safehouse that Isaac figured was him. Four sections of the island were highlighted: C16, A6, A1, and D2. It didn’t take long for him to realize that those were the item drop-off points.
He had a goal now, or at least a proactive one that didn’t involve getting dragged along by currents in the hopes he reached help.
He put the tablet in his knapsack and pushed himself up onto his feet. At the same time, Graowr, having sat down a few feet away, did the same.
“Got an idea?” she asked.
“Well…” he said, pointing off into the distance. “There’s a section of the zone we are in that’s going to have an item drop on it sometime soon. If we’re lucky, we can probably nab it before someone else does.”
“An item drop? Here? Cool! Where is it?”
“D2.”
“That’s kinda far…”
“Shouldn’t be too hard, if he leave right now.”
“Alright!” Without further talk, she dashed out of the room.
He was just about to follow when he noticed the letter with the heart-shaped stamp in the middle lying in the middle of the floor. He hadn’t given it much thought when his leg was injured, but with his mind purged of pain, he had to give it more than a cursory glance.
He grabbed it, looking down at it. He had only seen paper letters like the one in his hand in museums, as most everything else had turned digital. To feel something like it in his fingertips was like being transported back in time to another millennium, to better, more prosperous ages. Plus, the heart in the middle was not something he could overlook.
He placed it in his knapsack for the time being. Perhaps he would read it later, once he found some free time. Without a word, he left the bunker, following Graowr into the waters.
“Come on, hurry up!” he said amidst agonized groans.
“Wow, you’re being really rude all of sudden!”
“Sorry…”
One more yank was all that was required to set him free. His body shattered the underwater dunes, giving the blue-skinned alien just enough leeway to pull him up onto the dock. He landed with a soft thunk, resting his head against the dirt-covered, old, wooden pier. After what felt like hours upon hours out at sea, the touch of something dry, of something solid underneath him instead of liquid blue, was enough to make him want to remove his helmet and start kissing the earth underneath him. He probably would have done it too, if Graowr had not wrapped her arms around his back and legs and lifted him up, princess style.
“Wha- hey!” he said, staring up at the bubblegum girl. “I can walk! I’m not THAT helpless.”
“Oh. In that case…” Her grip around his body loosened. He started slipping out of her grasp and towards the floor. He practically pissed his water-logged pants, holding onto her shoulders for dear life.
“Okay, okay, nevermind! This is actually really nice of you, thank you…”
Giggling to herself, she tightened her arms around him, stopping his fall. She walked forward, allowing Isaac to brood and grumble to himself about being treated like a child in her arms. Despite the almost condescending act, however, the spaceman relaxed himself, shaving off pounds of stress accumulated from his damaged leg and his damaged mind. It felt comfortable being carried like this; somehow, it reminded him of Nicole.
---------------
They didn’t talk much as they entered the bunker. It had clearly been used in the past, if the cracks in the grey, stone walls were any indication of that. Green mosses lined the corners of the building, no doubt a direct result of the flooding in the area causing it to breed within the confines of the safehouse. They passed through a variety of rooms in an attempt to find an infirmary of some description. They walked by a room with wooden racks filled with rifles and machine guns from various eras. They zoomed by guard posts containing relics of a war that had happened a long time ago, such as a black diary consumed by age, a green cap with several dents, and a letter with a heart stamped in the middle.
Finally, after a few minutes of wandering, they found what they could only assume to be a med-bay. It was no med-bay Isaac had ever seen, though. Small cots laid in perfectly lined-up formation; in the back stood a large case with a red cross in the middle, with a moveable table lined with medical tools right next to it.
The azure-skinned alien set the engineer down on the closest cot to the medical supplies. His weight caused the cloth of the cot to sag, but was stable enough to keep him comfortable. As Graowr rushed over towards the medical kit, Clarke pressed a red-colored button on his RIG. A hologram materialized in front of him, showcasing his entire body. A white bar filled up at the bottom of the hologram as it scanned him. His leg flashed red before the hologram zoomed in.
“Dislocation of left knee. Seek medical attention.” The feminine voice inside his helmet distracted her from the woman standing above him, asking about his condition.
He told her.
Nodding, she opened up the case and pulled out a variety of materials.
“Is it too late for me to tell you I’ve never done this before?” Graowr said, her tone sheepish that contrasted heavily with her aloof facial expression.
“It’s just a dislocated knee, I’m sure it can’t be th- OW! You just stabbed my leg with a syringe!”
--------------
“Alright, nice and easy, space man.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
They stumbled out of the infirmary, one of Graowr’s hands cupping Clarke’s chest while the other wrapped itself around his back to support him. The engineer limped forward, pushing his weight against her as they walked. Eventually, her grip on his body loosened, and he moved forward without her assistance. He braced himself for the inevitable face-plant.
Much to his relief, all that was met was an irritating, but otherwise slight cramp.
“Alright, I can walk. You don’t need to babysit me anymore.” He said. He let out a few chuckles when the bubblegum girl rolled her eyes in response.
“I would say ‘you owe me one,’ miner guy, but after all that, it just wouldn’t be real fair if I took the next item you found here, so I say we should team. Team?”
She spoke so fast that it took him a few moments just to think of something to respond with. That happened to be a shrug.
“Sure, why not? I know literally no one else here.”
“Great!” she replied, bringing up her hand for a high-five. Sighing with the tone of an embarrassed parent, he lifted his own and accepted her high-five. “Go Team Space Man Roar!”
“Uh, yeah! Go Space Man Roar!” What the absolute fuck did I just say?!
He didn’t get much time to ponder that question before his new alien ally was off onto some other subject.
“Anyways,” she said, “what do we do now?”
“Ummm…”
That’s a good question, actually.
It was then he remembered the brown knapsack pinned onto his utility belt. He removed it and opened it.
“Guess we should take inventory.”
And with that, he began to loot. The first thing he pulled out were several blocks of packaged, white chunks of tofu. The silvery paper surrounding the tofu was soggy, but he figured the food was intact, if only the tiniest bit smushed up. He then pulled out a flashlight and a piece of flint and steel. The flint and steel he ignored, but he did place the flashlight on his belt. Never know when one was going to need a light at some point. He sighed upon seeing the waterskin. It wasn’t like he hated water, but after being dragged through the flood plains since the start of the day, he wasn’t eager to have anything to do with it. Nevertheless, he attached it to his utility belt.
He then pulled out what looked to be a tablet of some sort. He looked at it for a few moments before setting on the ground to be used afterwards.
And finally, he removed a massive metal pole with a phone at the end of it. He glared at it, twisted it around, basically did everything within his mental power to figure out what the absolutely fuckety fuck the thing was supposed to actually BE. He eventually just gave up and shoved it back into the knapsack alongside the tofu rations and the flint and steel.
He closed the sack and placed it on his utility belt, reaching down for the tablet. He brought it up to his face and pressed a few buttons. A holographic projection of the island appeared from out of the screen, with a single square dot inside the safehouse that Isaac figured was him. Four sections of the island were highlighted: C16, A6, A1, and D2. It didn’t take long for him to realize that those were the item drop-off points.
He had a goal now, or at least a proactive one that didn’t involve getting dragged along by currents in the hopes he reached help.
He put the tablet in his knapsack and pushed himself up onto his feet. At the same time, Graowr, having sat down a few feet away, did the same.
“Got an idea?” she asked.
“Well…” he said, pointing off into the distance. “There’s a section of the zone we are in that’s going to have an item drop on it sometime soon. If we’re lucky, we can probably nab it before someone else does.”
“An item drop? Here? Cool! Where is it?”
“D2.”
“That’s kinda far…”
“Shouldn’t be too hard, if he leave right now.”
“Alright!” Without further talk, she dashed out of the room.
He was just about to follow when he noticed the letter with the heart-shaped stamp in the middle lying in the middle of the floor. He hadn’t given it much thought when his leg was injured, but with his mind purged of pain, he had to give it more than a cursory glance.
He grabbed it, looking down at it. He had only seen paper letters like the one in his hand in museums, as most everything else had turned digital. To feel something like it in his fingertips was like being transported back in time to another millennium, to better, more prosperous ages. Plus, the heart in the middle was not something he could overlook.
He placed it in his knapsack for the time being. Perhaps he would read it later, once he found some free time. Without a word, he left the bunker, following Graowr into the waters.
Quote:Team Space Man Roar (Isaac Clarke + Grawr) --- Moving from Safehouse D to D14
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