who: ashton ( @ashton-ryder ) where: outside the wexley when: march 9th
it wasn't safe to stand still out in the open. not when you have a pulse and those things were wandering around. ziggy knew that. knew it well. and yet, there they were, standing still in front of the wexley staring at it in disbelief. they'd been working their way to this exact destination for months and now that they were finally there, the only entrance they knew about was destroyed. the scrape of a rock nearby snapped ziggy out of it, he spotted the delivery truck and with the energy they had left they made a rush for it, jumping in side and slamming the door down behind them.
after eating the last half of a granola bar they'd saved from the day before, they made their way to the back of the truck and drifted off to sleep. they'd think about what to do next in the morning, nothing in their head was making any sense anymore. it was only a few hours before they were jolted awake by the back of the trailer opening and they stumbled onto their feet, gripping their bat in their hands. but it lowered as his eyes adjusted to the light and the familiar face staring back at them.
"a-a-a.." the name was on the tip of their tongue but couldn't seem to fall out. hell, hell they aren't sure they remembered their own name at this point— nor could they remember the last time they spoke out loud. "are you real?" ziggy managed finally.