Urban Dead: The Price of the Oath

[Dark Silver]

"You know how to make a man feel bad Kiddo....I hope Freeman doesn't have to put up with it"

His arm slipped around her, and his eyes closed.

Damn her for making this harder than it should be....

"I won't go..." he said softly.

[Caz]

Sherry brushed her hair back as she sighed, resting her chin on Silver's shoulder.

"I'm sorry you got it so bad," she said. "I really am."

[Dark Silver]

"Go see your man, I'm going to go find a hole to crawl into for a couple hours...."

He kisse the top of her head, patted her on the back, and shuffled away.

[Caz]

"Will you be comin' back?" she asked. "If not, I'll tell Petro and Mel that you went quick and easy."

[Dark Silver]

"If it smells like something died on the second level.....then well...."

He kept on moving. Best to find a place to rest for awhile, he'd tell medics himself after thier load lightened.

[Caz]

Sherry watched him go and stood for a long moment. As he retreated from the mall, she shoved her hands down into her pockets, sighed. Something Jared had said to her once rang true in her ears:

Sometimes some people just gotta be alone for a while. Even if they aint, they think they are an' they make sure they end up that way.

And when she looked up, Silver was gone. She retreated.

[Pcm979]

Mike, however, was not one of those people. When she returned to the room she would notice that he was twitching violently and mumbling in his sleep.

[Caz]

For a moment, Sherry was a tad tentative of the idea of waking him. He'd been asleep since the First had gotten back, wouldn't be expecting her... But at the same time, regardless of the fact that it would startle him, he looked like he was startled enough already.

She knelt beside the hammock, put a hand on his forehead.

"I'm here," she said, jostling him. "'S all right."

[Pcm979]

His eyes opened hesitantly, fighting against their desire to stay welded shut. He reached up and grabbed her hand.

"Mrf." He commented, finally wrenching his eyelids apart. He peered at her curiously, in that odd state before one properly sorted their dreams out from reality.

"You're okay." He said, his tone oddly conveying a mixture of relief and doubt, as though he expected this to be another dream.

[Caz]

"'Course I am," she said, resting her chin on his chest. "We got in about half an hour ago. Didn't want to wake you."

She kissed him on the temple, then looked down to her arms, which were shredded with superficial cuts.

"Got my scratches just like the rest, but I'm okay. I promised you."

[Pcm979]

"I can do something about them." He said, still sleepy. He tried to sit up semi-successfully, impeded by hammock physics and the cotton wool in his head.

[Caz]

"Shh," she hushed him, rising to her feet before peeling off the layers of bloody, crispy clothing. She kicked off her boots and all but collapsed atop him.

"If I needed any fixin' I'd have done it by now," she said with a grin. Her hands immediately found themselves wound around him as she burrowed underneath the heavy comforter, sighing against his chest.

"Just get back to sleep," she said.

[Pcm979]

"'Kay." He said obediently, drawing her close and kissing her on the top of the head. A minute later he was asleep again, peacefully now. His chest rose and fell regularly and his movements and sounds were confined to his normal little shifts and mutters.

[Caz]

She didn't have the heart to tell him Steve didn't make it. Not while he looked so genuinely at rest.

"Slow down like this more often," she murmured sleepily.

Even if he had replied, she wouldn't have heard it: the exertions from their run at the horde had left her dead to the world.

[Cynical Cat]

"Is she going to be alright?" Wendigo asked.

[Caz]

As opposed to answering the question, the boy rocked back on his haunches, laughing a bit.

[Cynical Cat]

"You alright?"

[Caz]

"Yup," the boy said with a smile. "Just funny what you askin'," he said. He sat akimbo upon the bench, eyes always faced in the ghoul's general direction but never actually looking at him. "Means I was right 'bout you."

The boy leaned back a bit and shrugged.

"I aint a fortune teller," he said, "don't know the future anymore'n you do. But she wants t'get better."

[Cynical Cat]

"Good. I . . . . like her."

[Caz]

"She likes you, too," Jared said with a grin, as though the fact absolutely tickled him.

[Cynical Cat]

"This . . . amuses you."

[Caz]

"Naw," the boy said with a shake of his head. The silver in his hair jingled. "It's just good to hear folks bein' honest. You an' Uncle Punt are honest."

The boy paused.

"Wan' see somethin'?"

[Cynical Cat]

"Sure."

[Caz]

The boy put his hand on Wendigo's forehead once again, then closed his eyes.

"Hold on a sec, I gotta remember," he mumbled.

The conversation between Gwendolyn and Petro played in their heads as though the two were speaking just a metre away, where the girl was asking about Reaper's whereabouts so she could thank him.

"She been wantin' to see you, see?"

[Cynical Cat]

"She doesn't know what I am, does she?"