NOAH:
Noah was never built for the harsh words of others used to cut people down. In his past life, Noah was soft to the touch and you could DROWN in him. He was a man of respect and always treated people the way that he wanted to be treated. ( AND NOW? ) Things were different. He was still kind, still caring. But he no longer allowed others to walk all over him. Noah was stronger, better. He was now made of aluminum — hard & cold to the touch yet still malleable. Noah LONGED for the day where the cracks in his skin would heal and he would be even stronger. At the sight of Rory Dami-Whatever-The-Fuck-Her-Last-Name-Was, Noah couldn’t help but have these thoughts. With her, things were difficult. He missed the days when they had a snail farm, longed for that simplicity to come back. At her words, Noah let out a sigh, shaking his head in disgust. “Still glad to see that you’re acting like an immature five-year-old who just got put in a timeout. Surprised the real world hasn’t killed you yet.”
Did she always have the ability to be mean others? Sure, but Rory grew up soft. Even if it was her own actions that landed her ass in places girls her age shouldn’t be, she retained that same kindness... Though now, the years have passed and it became difficult to recall these memories. THANK GOD. Any more of it that pertained to Noah? She would be glad to have a raider force glass down her throat. Rory rolled her eyes at his retort. “An immature five-year-old who can pack a punch, I bet.” Maybe it was the weather — the winter soon began to make her into an even more intolerable and hideous person — but the more she opened her mouth to speak, the more unkind they became. “I’m too valuable of a person to die as of yet, ‘cause unlike you, I don’t lay around moping and whining and pouting about my shitty life. I’m not useless like some of us, I can assume.” How would she know that? She didn’t — it was just an idea that everybody left in this world was having a hard time, especially with the lack of what they needed to survive. “Though I could do us all a huge favour and put a bullet through your head right now. How about that idea? Isn’t it brilliant?”









