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rainbowfic2013-07-06 06:24 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-07-06 06:24 pm
Summertime Blues 9
Name: auguris
'verse: After The World
Story: Apples
Colors: Summertime Blues (Special Color) 9. They're/It's gone now.
Supplies and Styles: Frame, Pastels (memories)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R (for language)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Jean and Evelyn search for supplies. About ten years after the main events, so Evelyn is in her twenties and Jean is in her thirties. (Also partly inspired by this picture.)
Jean crouched in the dark, waiting for her night vision to kick in. She started to wonder if one of her little additions had finally kicked the bucket; vague shapes turned sharp, outlines in green, and she let out a breath. The only thing worse than having wires in your skull was having wires that didn't goddamn work.
"Anything?"
Jean glanced back towards the entrance, too many rooms away to see. "Told you to keep watch, kid."
"Nothin' to watch. Nothin' in here, neither."
Anyone hostile would have come running by now, with the two of them shouting back and forth. Jean moved through the room, picking at the remains of a desk and a mostly-empty steel cabinet. Someone had gone through this place, probably years ago; a half-eaten rat carcass and empty tin cans weren't really worth the trip. "Gotta be something..."
"Jean?"
Evelyn's voice came closer than before. Jean huffed and headed to the entrance; should have come out alone.
The girl's frame blocked most of the light from the doorway, which only served to confuse the vision sensors behind her eyes. Or in her eyes. She'd never quite caught on to the difference.
"What is it, Eve." Not a question, not really.
"You're wasting your time, Jean. We've been through all these buildings a billion times. Wade says we need to start heading into the city--"
"Fuck Wade," Jean muttered.
"Yeah, he'd like that, too bad he's ain't your sort." Jean couldn't help but crack a grin. "But he ain't wrong. It's time to move on."
Jean pushed past Evelyn, ignoring the annoyed grunt. She covered her eyes, letting the light in a little at a time. Evelyn was right -- Wade was right, the creepy bastard -- but there was something about this little broken suburb. Half of the houses had been burned right to the ground, this little empty warehouse escaping the flame through sheer chance. Or maybe the blues had run out of fuel, who knew. Logically she knew there was nothing here, but.
"It just all feels familiar," she murmured, more to herself than Evelyn.
"Apples," Evelyn said. Jean glanced at her, squinting in the sunlight. "Remember? The houses were all gone but every yard on the street had an apple tree. Wasn't a week 'fore Max was whining about being sick of 'em."
Jean looked away, the old ache biting at her heart. Shit, was that it? All this time she'd been chasing ghosts?
"I had a dream the other night, from back then. Like... not a memory but all of 'em, if that makes sense. Back when we thought things could get better." Evelyn laughed. "Didn't know a damn thing, did we?"
Jean lowered her hand, her eyes mostly adjusted. "Let's head back." If Wade wanted to head into the city so bad, might as well let him. Maybe a building would fall on his head.
"Hey, Jean?"
"Yeah, kid."
The silence stretched thin; finally Evelyn sighed. "Nothin, never mind. Just. I miss apples, that's all."
"Yeah, me too."
auguris'verse: After The World
Story: Apples
Colors: Summertime Blues (Special Color) 9. They're/It's gone now.
Supplies and Styles: Frame, Pastels (memories)
Word Count: 508
Rating: R (for language)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Jean and Evelyn search for supplies. About ten years after the main events, so Evelyn is in her twenties and Jean is in her thirties. (Also partly inspired by this picture.)
Jean crouched in the dark, waiting for her night vision to kick in. She started to wonder if one of her little additions had finally kicked the bucket; vague shapes turned sharp, outlines in green, and she let out a breath. The only thing worse than having wires in your skull was having wires that didn't goddamn work.
"Anything?"
Jean glanced back towards the entrance, too many rooms away to see. "Told you to keep watch, kid."
"Nothin' to watch. Nothin' in here, neither."
Anyone hostile would have come running by now, with the two of them shouting back and forth. Jean moved through the room, picking at the remains of a desk and a mostly-empty steel cabinet. Someone had gone through this place, probably years ago; a half-eaten rat carcass and empty tin cans weren't really worth the trip. "Gotta be something..."
"Jean?"
Evelyn's voice came closer than before. Jean huffed and headed to the entrance; should have come out alone.
The girl's frame blocked most of the light from the doorway, which only served to confuse the vision sensors behind her eyes. Or in her eyes. She'd never quite caught on to the difference.
"What is it, Eve." Not a question, not really.
"You're wasting your time, Jean. We've been through all these buildings a billion times. Wade says we need to start heading into the city--"
"Fuck Wade," Jean muttered.
"Yeah, he'd like that, too bad he's ain't your sort." Jean couldn't help but crack a grin. "But he ain't wrong. It's time to move on."
Jean pushed past Evelyn, ignoring the annoyed grunt. She covered her eyes, letting the light in a little at a time. Evelyn was right -- Wade was right, the creepy bastard -- but there was something about this little broken suburb. Half of the houses had been burned right to the ground, this little empty warehouse escaping the flame through sheer chance. Or maybe the blues had run out of fuel, who knew. Logically she knew there was nothing here, but.
"It just all feels familiar," she murmured, more to herself than Evelyn.
"Apples," Evelyn said. Jean glanced at her, squinting in the sunlight. "Remember? The houses were all gone but every yard on the street had an apple tree. Wasn't a week 'fore Max was whining about being sick of 'em."
Jean looked away, the old ache biting at her heart. Shit, was that it? All this time she'd been chasing ghosts?
"I had a dream the other night, from back then. Like... not a memory but all of 'em, if that makes sense. Back when we thought things could get better." Evelyn laughed. "Didn't know a damn thing, did we?"
Jean lowered her hand, her eyes mostly adjusted. "Let's head back." If Wade wanted to head into the city so bad, might as well let him. Maybe a building would fall on his head.
"Hey, Jean?"
"Yeah, kid."
The silence stretched thin; finally Evelyn sighed. "Nothin, never mind. Just. I miss apples, that's all."
"Yeah, me too."