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Harvest Gold #8, Dirt Brown #25
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Harvest Gold #8 (harvest), Dirt Brown #25 (Worm)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (none will be saved)
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild violence and horror stuff. Some dead people who are actually people.
Summary: Skipping forward a little for my sanity; Dmitry goes out with a couple of the professionals and finds himself solidly on the side of awkwardness.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"Are you any good at reading maps?" asked Lance. His car was much more normal, an older, blue coupe; Dmitry was pretty sure the other guy had been carrying around homemade goddamn napalm in some of those boxes. Diana had taken one of the remaining police cars. He had tried to call shotgun, but failed.
At least he'd ended up with another cute guy; and this one looked like ex-military. Dmitry shrugged, grinning to himself. "I recognize the area. I've lived around here for a few years, after all."
"Good enough. We're going to take a run counter-clockwise, as I said. Just keep near me, use that sword if you have to, and try not to.. do whatever you did before."
"Yeah, trying hasn't done shit thus far." He was still holding the sword, sort of, sitting on his lap, pointier end towards the car door; he hadn't been able to make himself stop touching it since he'd gotten it. It felt warm, and nice in a way that reminded him both of his favorite blanket when he was a toddler, and weirdly enough, of his brother. It was really nice that the thing didn't seem to want to cut him, given he was driving. "But I'll do my best."
"All right. Can you slow down a little?" Specifically, he was driving because the other guy was taking potshots at stray clawed things with a rifle.
"Sure. So are you people some kind of, uh..."
"Don't ask." He took another shot; the sound drowned out everything else for a moment. "It's kind of complicated and I'm not sure what I'm cleared to tell you."
"I thought they got rid of that rule," Dmitry said, half under his breath. In front of them, Diana had taken a wide turn to run over a couple of monsters on the sidewalk.
"What?" Lance gave him a look.
"Nothing. Uh, this area is totally evacuated, right?" Dmitry let off the gas a little more, peering at some moving figures off in the distance.
Lance took another shot, picking up an ejected shell from the seat and tossing it out the window. "Nothing is ever totally evacuated. Even with force, you can't make some people leave."
"Great. That explains that." He pointed at an office building across the street, chest tightening. Through the ground-floor windows, there was clearly a fight of some kind going on. Well, fight may not have been the best word for it: there were clearly monsters inside, attacking someone or something. He saw a glimpse of a business suit and fluttering hair. "Can we do something about it?"
"Shit." Lance looked up and gritted his teeth; Diana was already a ways ahead of them. "That's not going to be fun. Park the car near the door, get out, and call Diana. Are you okay to come in with me?"
Dmitry nodded. "I told you, I'll try to keep from bugging out."
"No, I mean- are you going to be okay if they attack you? I have full-body kevlar. You don't." He looked really uncertain.
"...Do we have a choice?"
Dmitry parked on the sidewalk in front of the building, between two potted ferns; Diana said she'd roll back around and keep the entrance clear. They went inside.
The place was a bank, and it was obvious that it had been hit earlier, while people were still around. He wouldn't have believed that there was anyone still alive in here if he hadn't been damn sure he saw it. How the fuck Dmitry hadn't heard about it, he had no idea, but it was pretty close to where they'd put the epicentre- only a couple of blocks closer than his apartment, actually. Parts of bodies scattered the floor, the blood dried past freshness. Dmitry was busy being engrossed in the scenery when he heard another rifle shot, and he jumped.
"Are you paying attention?" Lance said, his voice more resigned than angry. "Keep your back to the damn wall and don't drift into the middle of the room. We don't need another body, okay?"
"All right, geez." Dmitry ran his fingers through his bangs. Lance was right; this was no time to be doing anything stupid.
After thoroughly looking over the front reception room, they proceeded down what looked like a main hall further into the building.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Harvest Gold #8 (harvest), Dirt Brown #25 (Worm)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (none will be saved)
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG13ish
Warnings: Mild violence and horror stuff. Some dead people who are actually people.
Summary: Skipping forward a little for my sanity; Dmitry goes out with a couple of the professionals and finds himself solidly on the side of awkwardness.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
"Are you any good at reading maps?" asked Lance. His car was much more normal, an older, blue coupe; Dmitry was pretty sure the other guy had been carrying around homemade goddamn napalm in some of those boxes. Diana had taken one of the remaining police cars. He had tried to call shotgun, but failed.
At least he'd ended up with another cute guy; and this one looked like ex-military. Dmitry shrugged, grinning to himself. "I recognize the area. I've lived around here for a few years, after all."
"Good enough. We're going to take a run counter-clockwise, as I said. Just keep near me, use that sword if you have to, and try not to.. do whatever you did before."
"Yeah, trying hasn't done shit thus far." He was still holding the sword, sort of, sitting on his lap, pointier end towards the car door; he hadn't been able to make himself stop touching it since he'd gotten it. It felt warm, and nice in a way that reminded him both of his favorite blanket when he was a toddler, and weirdly enough, of his brother. It was really nice that the thing didn't seem to want to cut him, given he was driving. "But I'll do my best."
"All right. Can you slow down a little?" Specifically, he was driving because the other guy was taking potshots at stray clawed things with a rifle.
"Sure. So are you people some kind of, uh..."
"Don't ask." He took another shot; the sound drowned out everything else for a moment. "It's kind of complicated and I'm not sure what I'm cleared to tell you."
"I thought they got rid of that rule," Dmitry said, half under his breath. In front of them, Diana had taken a wide turn to run over a couple of monsters on the sidewalk.
"What?" Lance gave him a look.
"Nothing. Uh, this area is totally evacuated, right?" Dmitry let off the gas a little more, peering at some moving figures off in the distance.
Lance took another shot, picking up an ejected shell from the seat and tossing it out the window. "Nothing is ever totally evacuated. Even with force, you can't make some people leave."
"Great. That explains that." He pointed at an office building across the street, chest tightening. Through the ground-floor windows, there was clearly a fight of some kind going on. Well, fight may not have been the best word for it: there were clearly monsters inside, attacking someone or something. He saw a glimpse of a business suit and fluttering hair. "Can we do something about it?"
"Shit." Lance looked up and gritted his teeth; Diana was already a ways ahead of them. "That's not going to be fun. Park the car near the door, get out, and call Diana. Are you okay to come in with me?"
Dmitry nodded. "I told you, I'll try to keep from bugging out."
"No, I mean- are you going to be okay if they attack you? I have full-body kevlar. You don't." He looked really uncertain.
"...Do we have a choice?"
Dmitry parked on the sidewalk in front of the building, between two potted ferns; Diana said she'd roll back around and keep the entrance clear. They went inside.
The place was a bank, and it was obvious that it had been hit earlier, while people were still around. He wouldn't have believed that there was anyone still alive in here if he hadn't been damn sure he saw it. How the fuck Dmitry hadn't heard about it, he had no idea, but it was pretty close to where they'd put the epicentre- only a couple of blocks closer than his apartment, actually. Parts of bodies scattered the floor, the blood dried past freshness. Dmitry was busy being engrossed in the scenery when he heard another rifle shot, and he jumped.
"Are you paying attention?" Lance said, his voice more resigned than angry. "Keep your back to the damn wall and don't drift into the middle of the room. We don't need another body, okay?"
"All right, geez." Dmitry ran his fingers through his bangs. Lance was right; this was no time to be doing anything stupid.
After thoroughly looking over the front reception room, they proceeded down what looked like a main hall further into the building.
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