Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2021 14:32:22 GMT -6
(s from the 80s)
A swift breeze swept through the thick trees, chilling Jesse to the bone in his short-sleeved shirt. The cold of the forest was barely tolerable, but he was willing to face it for a moment of peace and quiet. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the company of the other survivors--the opposite was true, actually. Jesse had always been a sociable person, enjoying his time alone but much preferring to be with friends or other people at the very least. That was back when he wasn’t around a rotating cast of the same fifteen or so people, though. It could get tiring to have so little variety in interactions.
Walks had been Jesse’s fix of choice for that particular issue, taking a page from Quentin’s book after asking his newfound friend what he did when everything got to be too much. No matter how unathletic Jesse had been before the Fog, any chance he got to get some exercise without the looming threat of a killer on his heel was incredibly appealing. In the short time he had been in the Realm, walks had become a source of solace for him. A short moment of calm that could go uninterrupted until he was ready to-
What is this place?
The uniform array of trees and foliage was suddenly broken up by a strange hodgepodge of items strewn across the forest floor and strung up between the trees. Had he stumbled upon a new killer’s realm? No, it was way too small to be any realm and looked almost identical to the rest of the survivor forest. Jesse inched closer, his inherent curiosity winning over his concern about what he might find as he did. Quietly, he approached what looked to be a makeshift hammock strung up between two trees, before seeing that it was occupied by a familiar face.
“Ash?” Jesse had paused a moment before speaking, wracking his mind for the name of the man lying in the hammock before him. Their interactions had been few and far between, but he knew of him well and had spoken to him on occasion. “What- what’re you doing here?”
A swift breeze swept through the thick trees, chilling Jesse to the bone in his short-sleeved shirt. The cold of the forest was barely tolerable, but he was willing to face it for a moment of peace and quiet. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the company of the other survivors--the opposite was true, actually. Jesse had always been a sociable person, enjoying his time alone but much preferring to be with friends or other people at the very least. That was back when he wasn’t around a rotating cast of the same fifteen or so people, though. It could get tiring to have so little variety in interactions.
Walks had been Jesse’s fix of choice for that particular issue, taking a page from Quentin’s book after asking his newfound friend what he did when everything got to be too much. No matter how unathletic Jesse had been before the Fog, any chance he got to get some exercise without the looming threat of a killer on his heel was incredibly appealing. In the short time he had been in the Realm, walks had become a source of solace for him. A short moment of calm that could go uninterrupted until he was ready to-
What is this place?
The uniform array of trees and foliage was suddenly broken up by a strange hodgepodge of items strewn across the forest floor and strung up between the trees. Had he stumbled upon a new killer’s realm? No, it was way too small to be any realm and looked almost identical to the rest of the survivor forest. Jesse inched closer, his inherent curiosity winning over his concern about what he might find as he did. Quietly, he approached what looked to be a makeshift hammock strung up between two trees, before seeing that it was occupied by a familiar face.
“Ash?” Jesse had paused a moment before speaking, wracking his mind for the name of the man lying in the hammock before him. Their interactions had been few and far between, but he knew of him well and had spoken to him on occasion. “What- what’re you doing here?”
