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If today was a bad day, there was always tomorrow.
If today was a bad day, there was always tomorrow.
But some days, there was no tomorrow.
They couldn’t always count on making it through another day. The world they lived in was a ruthless one. Sleep too long and expect your throat to be slit. Take the wrong step and your body gets blown to bits by a landmine. Trust the wrong people and you’ll get stabbed in the back when you least expect it.
Set up camp. Scavenge close to home. Don’t wander too far. Don’t get greedy.
Surviving was something Jason had been accustomed to before the day the world ended. Except for now, he had competition. Everyone was trying to survive - everyone wanted to live another day more than anything.
They were all idiots for not knowing that they were already dead.
The deserted ruins of Gotham were a labyrinth and wasteland that he still called home even after their inevitable destruction. With a large hiking backpack strapped to his back, he adjusted it and continued to walk, observing his surroundings as he explored the area.
A hunting knife was strapped to his hip holster. He brushed his fingers against it to make sure it was still there. His trusty old friend. Jason missed his guns, but they had no place in their new world. Ammo was too hard to come by. Knives had become his new weapon of choice.
They were growing on him.
Being fully successful with his scavenging was a rarity - but he had just struck gold. It was a good day. As good as it could get, at least. Not having to maim anyone was a relief.
Right turn, left turn, left, left, right. Back at the base of the day, a camp set up by the charming boy scout known as Dick Grayson. Their location was in an abandoned shack that hadn’t completely crumbled in on itself yet. Seemed sturdy enough. It was nice to sleep somewhere that was technically indoors. As he entered the tucked away shack, he whistled and looked about with a nod of approval. Dick did it again.
“You set everything up in record time. It feels like home already.” Jason remarked, admiring his new surroundings. Various maps were pinned to the walls. There was a cozy looking corner of tattered blankets (where he assumed they would sleep). Dick even had a small contained fire going. It looked like he was making chili or soup or something edible. Jason wasn’t sure how Dick’s cooking tasted so good with so little resources - but it seriously did.
Jason dropped his bag on the floor, unzipped it, and began to unload the contents of the massive backpack. As he unloaded them, he listed everything off.
“Found some blackberries, bandages, boots,” he paused. “I guess the theme of the day is things that start with the letter B. Anyway, I also found a bag of chips if you want some junk food, and, wait for it.” He pulls out the final item. It was a small red and white box.
“Cigarettes. This is liquid gold. I’m sort of considering saving them for myself, though. Treat yourself, you know?” he shrugged and smirked at Dick.
