The mother does her best to sit up; the father immediately moves to stop her before the wave of nausea crossing her face gets worse. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. "I-"
"I'll talk, Anne. You lie back down," says the father. He looks at Voodoo, and then at Fawkes. "Now there's something I haven't seen in a few hundred miles," he murmurs. "We've been trying to keep our load light and use up as few of our supplies as possible on the road, and we were starting to run low on safe water. About twenty or thirty miles back we found this patch of wilderness- like there'd been a town once, and then things started growing over it, you know? Before."
The mother rubs at a patch of lumpy, greyish skin on her face. Absently, the father pushes her hand away.
"We figured we'd stop for a little bit and try to get a breather. Anne here went looking for whatever supplies she could scavenge and found an old building. Looked like some kind of hotel or something. It even had a pump, and the water ran pretty clean when we checked it out..."
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Date: 2015-06-19 04:44 am (UTC)"I'll talk, Anne. You lie back down," says the father. He looks at Voodoo, and then at Fawkes. "Now there's something I haven't seen in a few hundred miles," he murmurs. "We've been trying to keep our load light and use up as few of our supplies as possible on the road, and we were starting to run low on safe water. About twenty or thirty miles back we found this patch of wilderness- like there'd been a town once, and then things started growing over it, you know? Before."
The mother rubs at a patch of lumpy, greyish skin on her face. Absently, the father pushes her hand away.
"We figured we'd stop for a little bit and try to get a breather. Anne here went looking for whatever supplies she could scavenge and found an old building. Looked like some kind of hotel or something. It even had a pump, and the water ran pretty clean when we checked it out..."