12.24.2012

[hybridrainbow]

((Delta's picutre omfg :O))

Delta looked around feverishly. The atmosphere was humid and hot, the sun bearing down on him forcing him to take deep breaths through the cheap SARs mask he had picked up a few miles back. The M1911 Colt .45 Automatic Pistol felt heavy in his hand even though it was one of the lightest guns he could find, and his white t-shirt with a black star on the front felt even heavier, long since abandoning his black hoodie. His pants dragged on the ground, ripped and torn on the bottom from usage along with his faded black high-top converse shoes. The hip-flask wrapped on a piece of black string around his waist felt like an iron ball on a chain.

He trudged along, swiveling his one good eye all around, hoping to whatever god hadn't abandoned him yet that he would be safe until he reached the next small oasis. The last oasis had been a gas station with semi-clean running water. Unfortunately, there was no automobile, so he continued on foot to his destination.

He had heard about this destination through the small remaining grape vine, travelers like him who had survived the plague and still walked with their minds intact. He had camped with quite a few of them, mostly for comfort instead of safety, and they had told him of how they had heard of this safe house. Delta recalled one crusty old man with a balding head of white hair and few teeth left in his faded gums that had said the government was holding said fort and welcomed all who had survived, but didn't admit any plague-ridden people. The man had cackled after that and went to sleep, leaving the youth to think if it was worth the trek from his broken birth city to this fort.

He now wished he had stayed in the city, even if there was no one left alive. He could have made friends with the buzzards. It wouldn't have made a bit of difference, considering he felt like he was about to die from the heat in this now barren desert. It had once been San Diego, but that was in another life time. Before biological warfare had hit it's climax.

The white-haired boy spotted an over-turned car with his one good eye, a black eyepatch with purple star covering his right eye, and dove for the car and shade it cast. He closed his eye momentarily, letting himself breathe and taking a swig from the flask he held around his waist.

He opened his eyes again to see a figure in the distant, the heat distorting his vision too much to make a conclusion if it was just another overturned car or a figure. He kept his attention on the black wavering thing and dove behind the other side of the car, watching it with rapt attention.

[gh0stg1rl]

Jamie was on the verge of passing out. He had no water, no protection from the blazing sun, no family to keep him safe. It was just him and the hot, dry desert.

His whole damn family had become infected. They were all gone, even his little sister. He thought she would make it -- she had a mask...

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he was hydrated enough to produce tears. None came. She was seven. Fucking seven years old... this goddamn planet took his little sister away from him when she was only seven fucking years old. He loved that kid more than anything -- he treated her like royalty and she adored him. She was his baby sister, and they took her away...

He clenched his teeth, feeling another wave of heat. His t-shirt, tight against his frail form, was at one point a blazing red; however, the endless days in the sun and his sweat soaking the fabric turned it pink. His jeans felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and his slip-on Vans were beginning to tear in places. The sleeves of his shirt had been torn slightly, making his shirt seem more feminine, and his auburn hair had grown too long in the past three weeks.

Covering his face was his bio-mask thing -- he needed his mask... he wouldn't die here, like this. He had his mask, knife, and pistol for protection. He didn't know where he was going, but he was going somewhere...

He looked up. There was a figure in the desert, coming towards him. "Dammit, fucking bandits," he muttered, reaching for his knife. The heat was making him crazy, and all of the people he had met were there to steal his water and food. He hadn't eaten for days. This time, he would be the one stealing. Let someone else fucking suffer for once. He slowed to a stop and waited for the figure to come closer. As soon as the person was close enough...

[hybridrainbow]

Delta tentatively took more steps toward the figure. It looked like a girl, the frame far too thin to be male and the shirt a faded pink. The girl looked like she was about to pass out, swaying in the breeze like a paper bag. She also looked harmless and slowly realization dawned on Delta that this person was another survivor, judging from the mask on her face.

He ran the rest of the way towards the girl, ignoring the scorching heat, and catching her just before she passed out and hit the ground, sagging against her weight. Despite her small frame, she was surprisingly heavy. And extremely flat chested, the white haired boy thought with disappointment.

"Hey, hey, wake up," he said mellifluously, gently shaking her. He took out the hipflask and poured a few precious drops over her scalp, hoping it would wake her up.

[gh0stg1rl]

Jamie groaned and opened his eyes. There was something wet on his head. Blood? Oh shit, no, not blood...

"I'll get infected," he mumbled weakly. Finally the world came into focus and he saw a white haired boy holding him up. He had a mask on, and an eye patch. His eyes were an odd violet color, and Jamie realized after a few seconds he was taller than the boy.

"Ugh, why the hell am I so dizzy?" he muttered, struggling to get up. "I'm bleeding, goddammit." He clutched his head where the wet spot was, still mildly dazed. He brought his hand back to his face and saw it was only... wet. He looked up at the boy again.

"This is water... what happened?"

[hybridrainbow]

The white haired boy stared at the girl, just watching as she thought she was bleeding from the head. Kinda cute, but kinda stupid, Delta thought with dismay yet again.

"I've got water. There was a gas station a few miles back with some water. I took advantage of it," Delta grinned, invisible behind the paper mask, holding up the miniature hip flask. "You can't take a drink now, but we'll find some shelter and I'll give you a drink then. Let's move," he continued, hoisting the girl up and slinging her arm around his shoulders. Kinda muscley for a girl, he thought, but quickly ignored it. You needed muscle to survive in this fucking wasteland.

They walked along, the girl limping and Delta holding on, trying to forget about the sun the best he could and praying that no infected or bandits would jump out of the shadows. What shadows? Delta thought sardonically with a small smirk forming on his face.

He looked at the girl out of the corner of his eyes. She hadn't spoken since she had been rescued by him. He stared at her chest, trying to visualize tits. It seemed like she had more muscle than tits, but shirts could be deceiving. Guess we'll find out in a few hours, he thought hungrily. He was still a virgin, the old couple he had been living with being conservative and kindly. Delta suddenly felt a twinge of guilt, thinking about getting laid while his adoptive parents had been killed in the bomb. Thoughts of getting ass by nightfall quickly vanished as he went into his own thoughts. He barely even noticed the small house coming up on the right until the last moment.

"Woah, in here. The windows are boarded up and everything. I bet there's a mattress in there," he suggested, thoughts going back to having sex with this girl as they both went into the house.

[gh0stg1rl]

Jamie nodded. They carefully made their way through the house. It was a nice house -- one story, all boarded up... but at least there was running water left. It probably wasn't going to last for long, but Jamie was going to take advantage of that.

He stood by the sink, downing his third glass of water. He finished and went back to the faucet for more, only to be stopped by the white haired kid. He still didn't know his name.

"Hey, hey... don't drink too much," Delta said walking over to the girl and wrapping an arm around her waist, another around the glass she was holding. "If you drink too much water, you'll oversaturate yourself and you could cause some serious brain damage," he explained. He set the dingy-looking glass on the counter.

Jamie blushed. This kid was treating him like... he liked him. The color was visible, and he didn't need to put his mask on to hide it. Instead, he hoped his hair covered enough of his face.

Jamie began to pull away from the boy. In the process, his hand accidentally brushed against the shorter boy's ass. Shit, he probably thinks I'm a faggot now like he's acting... He stood a few inches away from Cocainehair, looking at the floor uncomfortably.

[hybridrainbow]

Delta grinned inwardly, after the girl touched his ass, his face betraying no such emotion. "So, let's settle down for the night, yeah? Last time I checked, the sun was getting pretty damn low in the sky," he covered his blush with words, gesturing toward the boarded windows, the only light coming from candles left behind by the family that lived here before.

And after a few moments of scurried searching, they both located a mattress, faded and dusty but intact and clean. "There, that's good as new. Go ahead and lie down, I'll go blow out the candles."