#au129

[everettlance]

Everett paced one of the back corridors that led to the truck bay. For weeks he had been watching the comings and goings of various guards and supply drivers; though he himself was a supply driver, he needed to know what everyone else’s schedule was if he was going to successfully steal a truck.

He was on high alert, which meant that when he heard footsteps, he jumped, his heart rate rising, shoving the piece of paper he’d been writing on into his back pocket. “Are you assigned here?” he demanded gruffly.

[maverickmontana]

It was the hunger that really got to him. The headaches and sore muscles were bad, but now, only a day after what he was sure had been infection, all he fucking wanted was food. Any and all food. And he’d taken drastic measures to get it, even though his prime motive right now was supposed to be ensuring that the base was secure and Alder was okay.

He was wolfing down someone else’s food rations, sitting outside the cafeteria next to a bag that clearly was marked for a NOEL, CLARA, when he heard someone approach.

“Oh, this? This--” He glanced at the name. “This was a gift from Clara!”

[cadebentley-archived]

“There’s some better stuff to do in my bunk. If you’d like.” Cade was supposed to be at work-- as usual-- but had taken to wandering the compound, a bit hung over from Ama’s moonshine and looking for someone to share some of his special plants he was keeping under stolen grow lights in one of the janitorial closets in the most run down hangar. He grinned, tilting his head as he propositioned his latest victim for some fun. He didn’t even care who they were or what they did, life was short, his would probably be shorter, he may as well enjoy it. “Come on. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

[hollandwestbrook]

"Hey, you seen any good brains lately? I’ve been feeling hungry.” Holland was in line for her food rations, fingers drumming against a tray, speaking to anyone who might respond.

[slateskylar]

“Do you ever think about the fact that killing a human isn’t okay but killing a former-human is like, expected and encouraged nowadays? Don’t you think that means we’ve like, gone backwards in society?”

[maverickmontana]

He had been up all night since the breach, after returning, being screened, lying in response to all of the typical questions about whether or not he’d come in contact with any bodily fluids. He had searched quadrants A, B, and C, but was running out of energy fast, and his head fucking ached. He had to make sure that everything was safe, that Alder would be okay here without him, that nothing insidious had in fact made its way into the Fort unnoticed.

Nothing insidious besides, he supposed, himself.

He entered the little area of barracks that he and Alder called theirs; they’d hung some hole-filled sheets that they’d found in the trash around two beds and called it home, though he was hoping to get them four walls soon enough.

He’d been hoping that, anyway.

He just needed to rest for a second, before he continued on what was now a one-track-minded mission to ensure Alder’s safety.

He collapsed backwards onto one of the rubber mattresses, fingers coming to his temples.

@alder-reid​

[everettlance]

“You ever think about busting the fuck out of here?” They were squeezed into the bunk beds they’d pushed together in the corner of Barracks 2, which was called Shit Central, as opposed to Shit East and Shit West, AKA Barracks 1 and 3. While 2 did typically smell the most of sweaty boots, it was closest to the bathrooms, and considered the best of the Shit Trifecta.

Lights out had passed long ago, but they’d fooled around a bit in the dark, quietly, of course, as lots of people did. Privacy had been abandoned long ago, but at least lights out provided a bit of it.

@cadebentley​

[alder-reid]

“I need your help.” He didn’t spare a second as soon as he found Pluto, breathing heavy from sprinting across the compound to where he knew he might find her. They rarely spoke, but there were rumors about a cure, that a select few were chosen to work on it. Of course, though, secrets were hard to keep in Fort Batten. Eyes wild, he rounded a table to close the gap between them. “Please. There’s a cure, right? You have one? I’ll give you anything you want, anything.”

@plutodosimetre​