Zone C -- Megacity One

[Strazio Rockwell]

“Soooo, where we heading to Strawso?” Gamzee asked.

Strazio shrugged and pointed at the horizon, “that direction I guess.”

“What’s over there?”

He shrugged again and answered, “who knows, probably more assholes for us to fuck up.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Gamzee said.

They looked like zombies. Covered in blood and half-dead they might as well have been. Travel was rough and slow with each of them sporting a series of wounds that would make a surgeon’s stomach churn. However there was a sort of hidden competition between the two. Neither wanted to be the weak link so they pushed themselves against the limits of self-preservation.

They passed a hospital, or rather the skeleton of one. It looked as though it had been looted and destroyed, but they still stopped to inspect it. While they expected disappointment it was still disheartening to find almost nothing of value within the rotten halls. Not even a single strip of gauze was left within the carcass of industry. Gamzee, however, did managed to find an old crutch for his bum leg.

“Fucking hell,” Strazio groaned and stepped back onto the street, “how long do you think we can keep this up.”

“Dunno,” Gamzee answered and shrugged.

Strazio knew the answer. They were on the precipice of death and all that kept them from plummeting was a thin strand of luck. Two dying men trapped on an island made to consume the weak. And worst of all? There was nothing either of them could do about it. Sure they could fight, but how much more punishment could their bodies take? There was a breaking point to flesh and they were not far from it. Strazio shook his head, trying to dispel such negativity, but at the end of the day there could only be one winner in the Abyss, and he knew that all too well.

gamz/straz moving C21 to C17