So I was going to take @newvegascowboy's open tag until I was tagged by @captainmortuem. Anyway, this is a true Throwback Thursday Writing WIP because it is 1) an ancient WIP I found while moving my google doc wips to my Ellipsus and 2) I added to it, might be published as a sort of prequel type fic.
Also pic of a bracelet Commission WIP for @leavingautumn13 (Still 4 slots Open!!!)
No pressure tagging: @voidthewanderer, @bokatan, @secondhand-lions, @ragedaisy, @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts, @wishing4nuclearwinter and an open tag for whoever wants to participate as always.
It was night time but she didn’t know it. All she had with her was the box, the angel-like robes on her back and something else in her hand… She couldn’t remember as the oranges and reds danced behind her. The old wood burning and the twisted screaming as the others noticed. She had bolted the church at the only entrance, no one else would survive. She made sure of it. She thought vaguely she heard laughing, but could never be sure afterwards.
It was some time and she was far away till the fire was only a glow on the horizon. She kept running until the small fleshy something else moved in her hand and she screamed. The thing in her hand stilled and she kept running. Only stopping once she got to an old Red Rocket that thankfully was clear of anything major. This one was apparently an overnight stop for truckers and there was a sleeping area in the back where she passed out on top of one of the rotting mattresses.
A lifetime later, and she woke to fingertips on her eyelids. She cringed but the hand wouldn’t go away. The light that came under her eyelids felt like a needle. She tried to turn her head, but the fingers followed. She bit at whatever was touching her.
The thing made a guh guh sound, and then something else was pressed to her lips. Was it trying to feed her? She decided to sit up then, and who or what it was scurried to the other side of the room. She couldn't see it exactly, the sun coming through the whole in the ceiling was painful and blinding with her condition. She did however, see the pulsating red light on the collar of the other being
-Khul. KHUL khul khul khul khul.-
before feeling the vibration and heavy weight against her own neck and chest.
"Tis alright. I ain't gonna hurtcha… come back. 'Less yer some kind mullo."
The red blinking light moved closer until a small child appeared before her. They held a package in their hand,
-must've been whatever food they were tryna give me-
lifting it in offering to her with a small shake.
"Naw, ya eat it. Yer a kid and need it more'n I do." She says, sitting up and scuttling back on the mattress to where the sun wouldn't hit her as bad. The child joined her on the mattress. She couldn't determine their age or even if they were a boy or a girl. "Look, I ain't afraid of ya an' ya don't need ta be afraid of me neither. Do ya know where we are?"
The kid shook their head.
"Ya got any family I can take ya too? After we get that thing off ya?"
Her only response was another shake of the head. The kid was so… generic looking, if she could describe them once it would fit twenty other kids. They had tan skin, sandy colored straight hair, brown almost black colored eyes, looked to be around 8 or 9 at the oldest. They made another guh guh sound and pushed the box of food in front of her again.
"No, I said I didn't want any. I'll get food later." she said slower. She points to the hole in the ceiling above them. "Ya see dat? I cain't go out until dat bit right there goes from blue ta orange, maybe even when it gits ta a darker blue. I'll eat then, okay? Find somethin nice fer the both of us even. Now, didja find anything else where ya got that there box of deviled eggs? Like anything scary-lookin like mullo, I mean ferals, or any evidence of people that hadn't been dead and gone fer 200 or so years?"
The kid got excited then and tried to pull her up to show her whatever. Sweetjane rises on shaky legs and hugs the wall, being pulled by the hand of the small child to whatever they wanted to show her. They made more grunts that sounded excited. They stepped over a small pile of skeletons and they lead her into the huge main room. A place this big had to be owned by somebody. Realizing this, Sweetjane screamed and threw the kids hand away. She ran to the nearest entrance looking object and found it boarded still. She was fucking trapped. A truck stop in this condition would make for a perfect village settlement. But instead of fighting or calling for something
-Not again. Never again. The kid's gonna take me back to the Fucking Baron.-