\Closet Buddies.| Part One.
Summary:After the sun has started to heat the Earth, Reader finds themselves wandering the streets lost and scared after countless struggles to survive. Luckily she finds shelter at a kind mand house. Finally finding rest she is met with a foreign man in the closet with her and memories flooding back from pass situations.
Stuff:Reader has flashbacks to trauma.Talk about death.Mentiona of death.Wireface worries about the weird girl in the closet corner.Ho,e-owner is just trying to survive.Vigilante being crazy.House fires.Reader wants their family:(.
You had no idea how long you have been wondering the streets of the city, sleep felt foreign to you now, and hauling a messanger bag gets more and more tiring the more days that have passed. The nights get longer and longer, and the more you explore the charred grass and the melted asphalt, the less places you see to hide from the sun.
Your shoes have surely began to give up, constant walking could have only begun to wear them out. The sky had started to light up and anxiety takes over your body. Your feet had grown a mind of their own as you speed up, all the places you took shelter at either had everyone completely wiped out, burnt to a crisp, or they kicked you out. You never knew why they had kicked you out though, but never dared to asked.
You spotted a house a bit away from the city, you thank the universe that it was still dark enough to see it's glowing windows.
Your steps had begun to pick up, you were not sure if you were walking or jogging at this point, but you needed to get to there before the sun had rised.
Nearing the front door, you stepped up on the porch almost collapsing. The sound of chatter softly came from inside, you however could not understand them properly, only a few words.
Raising your hand, you began to knock, trying to not disturb anything near by that could cause you harm, human or not. Waiting a little bit, you were naturally a patient person, but you had grew unsettled seeing the sky become brighter behind the horizon.
You raise your harm, beginning to knock again before you heard a voice on the other side, jumping slightly at it's tone. Whoever was on the other side must be tired.
"What do you need?" Was all you had heard, shifting on the spot, you really did not want much, only a place to stay.
"Just shelter. I don't want food or water. I just do not wanna get caught in the sun."
You gripped your bag, you had hoped to sit down even for just one second until you could get back on your feet for a new destination.
You could practically see the sun starting to peek over the horizon, you stood patiently on the other side of the door, silence was the only thing on the other end.
You could almost burst out laughing at it, you had just asked a man to save you from burning up and he answered with silence? Were you really going to die in the sun because some one ignored your distress? You grew a little frantic, not daring to say another word, although panic evident on your face.
You could practically feel sweat forming on the back of your neck, the feeling of regret eating away at you, maybe you should of risked going inside a charred building then risk burning in the sun on someone's doorstep.
Right as you had turned around to leave, you heard a lock unlatch. Turning back around you see a door swing open, the sound of it creaking gave you shivers as you see a man appear on the other end. He wore black pants and a blue sweater. Really? A sweater? In this heat?
You both looked at eachother before he had moved out of the way, clearing a path for you to walk in.
You took a few slow steps, trying to look thankful but not desperate to get in, although you were very desperate. One more second on this porch and you would have been cremated.
Muttering a thank you, you had looked around, taking in the surroundings of your new shelter. If anything, you had thought it was smaller from the outside. The ceiling was low, and it barely had decorations littering the hallways.
The man the had let you in, the one you assumed was the home-owner, had long gone. So all you had left to do was find somewhere to sit.
Walking around, you were peeking in and out of rooms. While yes you might have looked suspicious to the other guests, but you were not going to walk into a quiet room full of people and have no where to sit. You would rather not die of embarrassment, on the positive side, you saw all the residents, so you know who else is here with you.
You had checked the closet and found no one in there. It was not a cozy looking place to rest, but it would do for now, it was better than burning up in flames and smoke on the boiling hot ground.
Finding yourself seated on the corner, you leaned your head back up against the wall and let out a loud sigh. Endless roaming of the hot streets at night left you shaken up and exhausted.
You did not even know how any of this started. It was just a normal day, the sun was out and you had been taking a walk. It was really hot that day. You had walked past a park full of kids, the sounds of their cheering and screaming brought a smile to your own lips. Parents feeding some of their kids, while others watched and talked amongst themselves while sheilding their faces from the sun.
You had continued to walk until you heard the blaring alarms of a fire engine in the distance. It was not really that surprising to you, until you heard a few more. The sight of smoke in the distance near the centre of the city was enough to stop you in your tracks.
Maybe an accident? While yes it was normal for large accidents to happen here and there resulting fire, but multiple?
You had decided to begin to head to your own home, you were hot and thirsty And your home provided you with enough cosiness and ventilation to cool you down.
Nearing your house, you unlocked the front door and stepped inside, Immediately turning the TV on. You had nothing better to do but to relax and watch the news.
That is where everything had went down hill.
You did not even want to remember your home burning down in the midst of it all.
You almost felt sick to your stomach, usually it is cold even around this time of year. But now everything was being burnt to a crisp, even your will to keep living was being burnt out. But you dared not to do anything, you survived this for so long, why give up now?
Everyone seemed happy and normal until it all went to shit in a few minutes. All those people, those children. Knowing most of them were dead now left you feeling like you were going to throw up all over the closet floor. But that would be rude, the poor home-owner would have more stuff to deal with if you made a mess.
You leaned your head comfortably against the wall and hugged you knees. You came here for rest, so you were going to set your bag to the side and get some much needed sleep, ignoring the present just for once in order to get some shut eye.
You felt your drowsiness take over you, closing your eyes and softly snoring away. Why would you care how loud or quiet you were when you slept? It might be the end of the world and you were alone in the closet.
You were comfortable, happy that you were getting rest. But you woke up to the sound of voices, a little annoyed, but also curious. They were a little close for comfort, opening your eyes, you saw two people in the closet. One was the kind home-owner, he was holding a gun. Your eyes had stayed on the gun for too long, the site bringing you bad memories from the last shelter you were in. It had burnt down because a lunatic had shot the place up and torched it. You were able to get away un noticed. But the site of the gun messed up your mind, you hoped the home-owner was not as crazy as that man. You did want to flee another shelter and wander the streets like a homeless child.
Clearing your thoughts, you had looked over to who the home-owner was talking to. A man was also in the closet with both of you. He had his back turned, he was saying stuff to the home-owner, but you could not understand anything he was spewing out. And by the looks of it, neither did the home-owner.
"Show me your teeth." The home-owner had said, gesturing to his own set of pearly whites.
You had no idea what was happening, but the other man had reached his hands up to his face. You were probably just as confused as him. What was happening was not your business though.
You rested your head back on the wall beside you, but before you could close your eyes you heard shuffling. The home-owner owner was infront of you now. Both the men in the room are now facing your direction, the other poor man looked as confused as you did, but you were more focused on the armed man infront of you.
"Show me you teeth." He had asked, he seemed more calm then when he was talking to the other guest in this room.
You hesitated before pulling your lips apart, enough for him to see your teeth. They were not perfect, a little crooked, and they had a soft yellow tint to them. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you probably looked ridiculous right now.
The home-owner just looked at you before nodding to himself and walking out, leaving you and the confused man alone.
You wanted to go back to sleep, looking at the door dazed, you wanted this all to end, everything was weird, people were weird.
"Gszg dzh dvriw.(That was weird.)" He had muttered out. You had no idea what he had said, but you did not want to acknowledge him right now. Your stuck in a room with a man you can not understand, and as much as you would love to try to understand, you were still tired.
Closing your eyes again, you let out a quiet huff and got comfortable again. Completely ignoring the gaze of the foreign man burning into your skull.
You woke up again, you had no idea how long you have slept after you had revealed your mouths innards to the home-owner. The foreign man was leaning against the wall mumbling to himself. You had no idea what time of day or night it was, the sound of distant chatter and footsteps somewhere else in the house made you think that maybe it was not that long.
You were looking around the room, the shelves were covered in boxes and dust. Seemed to be a pretty boring room, not really much to see. You looked up at the ceiling enough to see the top of the room and and the foreign guys face. You failed to ignore the way his eyes kept darting to look at you from time to time.
Looking at the ceiling, you thought about your previous life. You had wanted to do so much, yet all your hopes and dreams were taken from you in minutes. You had nothing, no home, no food, no way to contact your family, you are even slowly losing your willingness to continue living.
You could go on and on, thinking about the things you could have done, things you could've been doing now, but it was all put to a stop when a sudden sound had erupted through the house you were staying in. It was a sound you were all to familiar with, the sound of a gun shot. You really should not have flinched just as much as you did, but the sound itself was threatening, you wanted to cry, the sound forcing you to remember the massacre you witnessed at your old shelter. But the eyes of the foreign man bore into you so much that crying made you look more pathetic than scared, being emotionally weak was not an option during these times, but you could not stop shaking even if it could save your miserable life.
The feeling of the man looking at you did not ease up, the thought of it making you feel even more anxious.
You almost let out a sob, but the sound of the door handle rattling had brought you back to the present. Both you and the foreign man had looked towards the open door.
The home-owner had entered the room, holding a gun with blood scattered on his clothes. He had walked towards you first this time, you could only get more anxious. Your lips began to quiver as he gripped his gun tightly. You did not even comprehend that he asked you a question.
You were more distracted by the thoughts of what could happen to you right now. He could kick you out with the guns barrel pointed at you, or maybe paint the walls with your innards.
You only darted you eyes between his face and the gun. His lips were moving but you heard nothing. You however saw his face shift, he looked like he was getting frustrated.
"R gsrmp blfi hxzirmt gsvn.(I think your scaring her.)" The foreign guy had spoke up,but the home-owner did not listen to whatever he was trying to say though, not like he would understand anyways.
You calmed down a bit to hear what was going on, the home-owner was growing impatient. Pointing the gun at you as he repeated his question.
"Show me your damn eyes." He repeats.
Only then were you able to make out what he was saying.
You raised your hands up to open up your eye lids a bit, your hands were trembling slightly. You just wanted this all to end, you wanted to go home, you wanted your family. You were scared, you just wanted peace, why does everyone that holds a gun have to be so cruel.
The home-owner shifts from you towards the foreign me. You just hope he leaves you alone for the rest of the day, or night, you don't really care anymore.
You rest your head back on the wall as you draw your gaze to the floor. You failed to notice the gaze the foreign guy kept on you as you sat in the corner trembling.
You do not bother to pay attention to what else is happening in the room, drifting back to rest, you have no other way to calm yourself down other then closing your eyes and sleeping your fear away.
You just hoped that you could forget this all tomorrow.
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