11 Unconfirmed (1/2)
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”What is this crap on my window?!” Eli yells from the driver seat.
He pulls out his bandana, leans out the window, and swipes at the glass to remove some of the liquid brown mud from his windshield. Blue Scarf grasps the wheel with one hand, keeping it steady.
”Yes.”
”What?”
”It's crap.”
”Dammit.” Eli tosses his bandana out the window. ”Ugh, I got some on my hand. Dammit!”
Blue Scarf eyes Eli to make sure he isn't going to touch him and glances at the side mirror. He counts each truck that follows behind them.
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Vanessa fiddles with Greg's hat and puts it on her head. The bumpy ride makes it harder for Raymond to pour water on the cloth in his hand without spilling it. Drops of water spill onto his leg and he grimaces. He puts the jug between his legs and puts a cap on it. He uses the cloth to dap at the cut on his arm. It isn't bleeding too bad, but he hopes the blade wasn't dirty before it was used on him.
Sia sees Raymond dabbing at the wound with only water, and frowns. She opens her bag beside her and looks for alcohol or some sort of disinfectant. She doesn't find any.
”Do any of you have alcohol or peroxide?”
”Greg did.” Raymond mutters.
Vanessa sits silent. Raymond signals Sia with his head and motions toward Greg's bag at the back of the truck. Sia wobbles to the back and looks through it. It's too dark to tell objects apart, so she starts placing some of the items onto the floor one by one.
”Hey! You can't just toss someone's stuff around!” Vanessa yells.
”What?” Sia doesn't get to say more before the other female rushes at her and snatches the bag from her hands.
Vanessa nudges her away and puts all the items back into the bag.
”It's not yours! Here.” Vanessa pulls out the alcohol bottle and tosses it at Sia.
Sia's knees buckle as she stumbles forward to catch the small container.
”Hey! Be careful with that stuff!” Sia yells at the back of the woman.
Vanessa curls around the bag and sits in the back corner facing away from everyone. Sia sighs deeply and moves over to Raymond.
”You should disinfect that. You never know what those people have on their weapons. Who were they anyway?”
”Savages. They're everywhere. Crazies that went insane while starving. Lost their humanity. The radiation mutated some of them. Others ate too much human flesh - too much mutated human flesh. It changes you. Some of the animals out here have poison infused with their meat. They probably eat those suckers too.”
Sia's frown deepens.
'If it's not one thing, it's another. Animals are mutated, humans turned into crazies. What's next?' she thinks to herself.
Raymond pours some of the alcohol onto his arm and holds his breath as it burns his skin.
”I wonder who made all this happen?” Sia says to Raymond as he begins to wrap his arm with a clean bandage.
”You don't know?” Raymond raises a brow and stops mid-motion.
Sia shrugs.
”I never really asked. I'm not ever in this sort of position.”
”You really are treated like a princess, aren't you?”
Sigh.
”Nooo. I'm a janitor. A..a custodian! I take care of people and their homes, their workplaces. I'm just not used to being out in the open.”
”Huh. Still seems odd you don't know about the start of the war. Us, Wanderers, go all over, and people may not agree on what happened to start it all, but we all know WHO did it. The Underlings.”
”Underlings?”