The pathway to the junkyard was an uncertain one. Noah had to retrace his footsteps, go back to the place where they first met in order to have the memories and directions come back to him. Though his navigational skills and sense of direction were questionable at best, Noah continued on his way. He traveled down the list of people he needed to check in on, the friends and acquaintances that he head learned to care for. He started with everyone in the capital, his job as a carer being number one priority but as he finished, he felt the gnawing curiosity and worry of how Grace was doing ITCH at his skin. He tried to convince himself not to go out, told himself that it would be much too dangerous. The walk was at least forty-five minutes to an hour long and all of that time would be spent alone. He was vulnerable, almost certain that he would have been picked off and killed. However, kind as Noah may have been, you could not mistake his kindness for weakness. On his way over, he SURVIVED through two different attacks on his way to the junkyard, mostly unscathed except for a bloody nose and a throbbing bruise forming on his right templeall the way down his cheek.
If slow & steady won the race, then Noah would surely lose. He started off slow, watching where he went but as he got closer, he found himself picking up speed. His heavy boots CRASHED against the pavement and he finally came to the junkyard, the familiar environment comforting him. He took heavy and short breaths which eventually turned into steady ones until he caught his breath. The usually locked gate was broken open, and within a second, the worry was back in his body and his heart dropped well below his stomach. Getting his bow and arrow ready, he slowly entered the area, vigilant eyes scanning each and every square inch. As he finally approached the camper, Noah carefully walked up the steps of it. His heart was pumping blood through his veins and he could feel the sense of adrenaline settle in. Taking a deep breath, Noah kicked open the door and quickly entered, body turning in each and every direction until finally, his eyes settled on Grace. “HOLY SHIT,” He muttered to himself, weapon lowering slowly.
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