Dark Inside: The Apocalypse [[Teen/survival]]

[[*whispers* Where's Kira? O.o]]

((*Stares* I don't know... Narnia maybe? O.o I really want to post... *twitch-twitch*))

((I want to post, too. And I've JUST posted. o_0

KIRA, DAMMNIT! GET YOUR BOTTOM OVER HERE!!! ))

[[You know what, I don't even care. Let's just continue without her and Carder can catch up xD]]

((The people have spoken, Kira! Last call! Going once, going twice... XD ))

[[Dreameh, you're up ^^]]

The next few weeks - Danny, unlike the others, had unfortunately learned to tell the day, mostly because it kept his mind working when he was tired or thinking about other things - went like a sparrow taking it's first flight. Bumpy, at first, until they managed to find a way to get along (and in Danny's case, to not get along) and work as a team to survive. Back when the Tornado had come, the four had only really known one another for, at most, a couple of days. They had already, by that point, gone through and survived a hell of a lot in those few days of knowing each other but somehow it had meant they already knew enough to get along and form a pact.
Danny was as annoying as he had ever been, perhaps more now he was comfortable around his 'crew' but he knew where his boundaries lay. He was never stupid enough to flirt with Shae after the threats he'd received from both she and Carder those few weeks ago, but every now and then he paid Carder a flattering compliment just for the fun of pissing her off, and no matter how many times she threatened to abuse his manhood he kept annoying her, just because it was one of the most entertaining things in his uneventful life.

He had to admit, he could feel himself getting closer to the 'crew' members than he thought he should have done, to say any of them could turn at any time, at least. He certainly wasn't on 'hugging' terms with any of them, but he found, with some effort, that he could have a nearly decent conversation with them if it involved sex, bums, drugs, alcohol or killing people.
That was fine with him.
He just avoided the 'sex' conversation with Mitch, in case he was forced into a bed because of a stupidly poor choice of words on his part.

That morning, at the crisp of dawn, he had been snoozing - with difficulty - upright on a stool on the roof of the warehouse, when a sharp pain to his ear made him groan.
"Come on, Nikki..." He grumbled, still half-dreaming, smirking dazedly to himself. "Can't you wait till we're back at my pl-... Okay, we'll do it here. If you insist, baby..."
He made a smoochy motion with his lips, just as Mitch's stupid voice cut through the nicest dream he'd had in weeks.
"Wake the f*ck up, you lazy bastard. We're leaving soon."
He pouted stubbornly, refusing to open his eyes and leave the wonderful image of the slutty blonde staring up at him in erotic adoration, her revealing chest somehow growing bigger the more he looked at it.
The sound of footsteps and the fragile roof shaking as Mitch jumped onto the ground forced him to awaken, but he tucked the wonderful image away in his mind for safe-keeping.
"I'm up." He grunted, forcing his eyes open. "I'm up."
He took a moment to stretch his aching limbs, and stood onto the stony platform of the warehouse roof. A few weeks ago he would have needed his stick for this, but shockingly Mitch's promises that it would stop hurting had actually been nearly true, and he could walk and even jog without having to be carried, unlike before. However, he still had a limp, and sadly he doubted that would ever leave. Same as the scar on his thigh.
He waddled to the edge of the roof with a tired look in his eye, yawned, then sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. Then, he slipped down, first of all catching himself on his hands to shorten the fall, then he let go and jumped down skillfully on bent knees.
Then his leg gave way.
Swearing, he straightened up, rubbing his old wound, and limped to the group with a sour look on his face. No sexy blonde would be able to take his fatigue away this time.
He knew Mitch was talking, but he was far too tired to care what was going on. All he heard was white noise, the roaring in his ears, and this odd bleh bleh bleh bleh... coming from Mitch's mouth.
Bored, he made his way to the food room and grabbed a mansize packet of crisps (Or chips, for you America gals. ). He ripped it open and shamelessly shovelled them all, covering himself and his filthy hands with flavouring powder and salt. Once he was satisfied he grabbed a can of ravioli and began happily eating away at that.
He found Carder, still holding his canned meal and a plastic fork he'd kept safely in his pocket in case of emergency, and smiled stupidly at her. "Morning, sweetness." He teased, finishing off half the can, then - with the final speck of his dignity - offered her the rest.
One thing he had learned parts of since he'd really started hanging out with these girls: manners.
When it came to food, anyway.
"Sleep well?" He asked in a dignified fashion, not in the mood to have his life - or balls - threatened again. That being said, he was still tired. And it was a promise that Danny was an asshole when he was tired.
"I am f*cking brilliant, thanks for asking. And I haven't imagined you without so many clothes on at all, in my three and a half hour sleeping period." He yawned loudly, staring aimlessly at somewhere on the ground that he didn't really know. "Or wondering whether you wear a bra or not, or imagining you with long hair, or in some sort of wilderness porn video..."
Smirking, he lifted up a powdery hand and started licking off the salt with a stupid smirk on his face.

((Unfortunately, he hasn't changed much. :3))

Shae clearly hear d Mitch jump – or should she say, fall – from the roof. He did a pretty good shoulder roll to cover the poor landing, though; she did have to give him that. She didn’t turn to make sure he was okay, and he walked quietly, so she jumped when he grabbed a handful of dried fruit over her shoulder. A while ago, she would have gotten mad, but now she didn’t care. Honestly, it didn’t even matter to her anymore. Mitch would just see that it made her angry and try to piss her off more. That was just how it worked.
Apparently they needed more vodka, too. She cracked a grin as Mitch started complaining. The man did need some alcohol in his system. He was way too irritable when he was sober. Sometimes she’d thought of trying to go off in the middle of the night to town, but somehow she didn’t feel comfortable leaving her team all asleep. Strange. Maybe she was starting to care for them.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to lose such a valuable asset.
She really hadn’t changed much, had she?
Then Danny came down and started poking fun at Carder. The boy had smartly left her alone the past couple of weeks. Sadly, he still tried flirting with the other red head every once in a while. She couldn’t tell if it was legitimate, or if it was just really fun pissing her off. It was fun pissing off Carder, she had to agree.
Grinning, she jumped to her feet and grabbed her knife and a pistol she’d found in the supply room. That was a good day. Along with the food, there were a few guns and some ammunition. She’d been so happy that she was actually pleasant to everyone. She even gave Danny a kiss on the cheek. But now that she had the guns, he knew better than to mess with her.
The one way conversation Danny was having was pretty interesting. He was being a complete ass, but it was funny. Hopefully Carder wouldn’t follow through on her previous threats.
Shae didn’t stop to find out. Sliding the knife into her belt, she started walking out the door. She was going to the town now. Mitch was clear that they were leaving today, so she may as well go out and get a look around. Make sure they weren’t heading into a group of monsters.
She quickly climbed her way up onto the roof, nearly slipping at one point despite her experience, and stood there, catching her breath for a moment. Then she scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of beasts, animal or human. Maybe they could actually have some fresh meat…
It was too bad there was nothing. The sun was just barely peeking over the tops of the mountains in the distance. She’d never really noticed those mountains before; maybe they could go there after they hit town. Why not? They could do anything they wanted. And there was sure to be some sort of shelter up there. Maybe a cave of some sort. And it would be hard for monsters to find them there. After all, what kind of insane person would be able to climb that far up?
We would, Shae thought wryly. Yeah, they were insane.
She sighed and climbed back down, not jumping off the way Mitch did. She was much more cautious. There was no use breaking a bone now. She didn’t want to be lame like Danny was. She’d hate to be so helpless.
“When are we going?” She asked as she walked in. She quickly grabbed a nylon backpack from in the corner and headed over to the supplies. “And how much food should we take?”

Mitch watched the exchange between Danny and Carder with amusement, smirking slightly to himself. In fact, when Danny's comments because still more entertaining, he actually pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards, leaning against the back rest and waiting placidly to see Danny get his balls shoved down his throat.
Who needed Satellite TV with this lot around?

He was chuckling vaguely to himself when Sahe walked back in, but when she addressed him, he abandoned his 'viewing post' and turned to give her his full attention.
“When are we going?” She asked, grabbing a backpack. “And how much food should we take?” Mitch shrugged, picked up his own backpack, and followed her over to the supplies.
"We can leave as soon as those two lovebirds are done nesting." He grunted, jerking his head in Danny and Carder's direction. "As for the food, I reckon we take all of it, or as much as we can carry, anyhow. Chances are we won't find more for a while."
He shoveled a few bags of snacks into his bag, and for a while he and Shae worked in silent companionship.
Once he'd buckled his bulging bag closed, Mitch turned to the girl beside him, arms folded over his chest, and shifted his weight onto one leg. He considered Shae thoughtfully for a moment, then suggested mildly, "I think we should head over to that warehouse I mentioned before." He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "What you think? It may be a little risky getting there, but there's some real fun weapons." He smiled, "You look like the sort of chick who likes handling big guns, huh...?"
With a devious smirk that might almost have been flirtatious accompanied by a devilish wink, Mitch brushed past Shae, giving her a teasing pat on the rump as he passed.

He laughed to himself as he left the building, grinning in sudden high spirits at the thought of being on the move again, and finally being armed to the extent that he'd be able to relax - if only a little.
He was sure Shae could feel it, too. She was like him...
That feeling of shooting a powerful, quality shotgun? Hell, it was better than sex...
Grinning silently, Mitch cast a glance inside, caught Shae's eye, and nodded his head slightly, gesturing for her to join him.
"Wanna scout the area some while we wait for the others?" He asked, smiling in a sociable fashion.
It was a good excuse - but honestly, Mitch was keen for a spot of company for once. He was in a good mood, and he didn't exactly hate spending time with the others any more.
Damn it all, those buggers had grown on him.

Shae had easily earned Mitch's full attention. That was good, because she always did enjoy being the star of the show. If she'd had the motivation, she could have probably been a spectacular actress. But no. Theatre didn't satisfy her particularly cruel urges.
That unwelcome thought reminded her that she hadn't killed anyone - or anything, to be honest - in three whole weeks. Three weeks! She was going through withdrawl in the same way Mitch was with alcohol. She just couldn't get enough blood on her hands...
Grinning sadistically, she looked at him as he began packing. He was already a step ahead of her. Typical. She bit the inside of her cheek and began stuffing as much food as possible into the backpack. It was new. The bright red nylon was smooth under her fingers. It would be a shame to ruin it in their little trekk through the mountains. Funny how she was already planning on going there even though she hadn't run the plan by anyone. What if they didn't want to go there? After all, winter was coming. They'd be cold and hungry when their food ran out. But it would be an adventure. She just hoped the others would agree, because she didn't know what she'd do if they refused.
"I think we should head over to that warehouse I mentioned before. What you think?" He didn't wait for her to answer, which was perfectly fine. "It may be a little risky getting there, but there's some real fun weapons. You look like the sort of chick who likes handling big guns, huh...?" And with that, smacked her ass as he walked out of the warehouse.
Shae bit her lip to keep from letting out a yelp of surprise. She couldn't tell if the last statement was some sort of sexual reference or flirtation, but she let it slide. After all, she did like handling big guns...
"Maybe there will be something there to shoot." She muttered under her breath as she followed him.
"Wanna scout the area some while we wait for the others?" Mitch asked her like she was a partner or something. Wow, he was really getting into the whole team thing.
"One second. I have to piss." She said, rolling her eyes and walking around to the back of the warehouse. Her stomach was hurting horribly. She really wanted some pain relievers. Maybe they could get some in town.
As she began to do her business, she noticed a thin pile of blood running on the ground. She quickly checked herself for any cuts. Maybe she was bleeding. But no, she was fine.
Whirling around as she pulled up her pants, she readied herself for an attack. Was something over her dripping?
No, she was alone.
And then she realized.
"Holy f*ck, my f*cking period is f*cking starting again." She muttered under her breath as she stalked back to Mitch. No wonder she'd been in such a pissy mood the past couple of days. "I'm bleeding from my f*cking vagina. I f*cking hate life."
She didn't bother giving Mitch an explanation for her behavior.
"Let's go." And without a backwards glance, she began moving forward.

[[Sorry for posting, it just seemed perfect and I was in the mood and couldn't resist xD And I've got a plot twist for later. Possibly. *is not some sort of disease* ]]

((I look forward to it.

She's started her period! Danny's girly jokes may well come back into context. When he's feeling suicidal again, that is.

I'd like to post, but I'm interested to find out what Carder has to say to his stupid remarks. ))

((Somebody call Kira. o_0

DAMN IT, KIRA! You're needed here! ))

[GOD DAMMIT MY STUPID EFFING EMAIL NEVER EFFING NOTIFIED ME! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT.

I'm so sorry guys ;__; I can't post tomorrow because it's like...yeah...can't post tomorrow xD BUT I SWEARS ILL POST WEDNESDAY! Oh my gods I'm so sorry Dx]

[[That's how I feel all the time, Kira Deara xD No worries.]]

((No worries. Bloody email is plotting against you!!! ))

In the weeks that had passed, Carder really hadn't changed much. Her hair had grown out, it now reached just below her chin, but other than that she was still the same…at least on the outside.
Since everyone from the Warehouse had left after the tornado, and the last two remaining had been killed by Mitch and Shae…well, she wasn’t taking it very well. That had been everything she’d worked for, people she had worked with. It was just really difficult for her to understand.
Sure, she still had the others, but they weren’t much consolation. It was a good thing she could put on a face, because if she couldn’t she had no idea what they would think of her. She had the feeling Shae knew the turmoil she was going through, but she strangely trusted the girl enough to know she wasn’t going to say anything to her or anyone else.
Carder had been spending a majority of the day cleaning things. She knew they would be leaving soon, and something inside her just couldn’t leave the place a mess.
She was busying herself with the bunk beds, straightening them and then readjusting. She had been at this for at least 20 minutes before Danny walked up, stuffing his face with ravioli.
”Morning, sweetness.” She rolled her eyes and glanced over at him.
“Morning.” She said, and then took a step back to review her handiwork. She sighed with frustration and adjusted the mattress once more. Danny began babbling about the typical things, usually to just piss her off. Despite her better judgment, it always did. When he started talking about whether or not she wore a bra her cheeks turned red and she gritted her teeth.
“Daniel, if another word comes out of that rotten little mouth of yours…” She threatened, turning around and glowering at him.
She glanced over at Mitch and Shae, though she knew they wouldn’t be of any help. Mitch was too busy being entertained.
“There’s no ‘lovebirds’!” She called over to him, rolling her eyes and focusing on the next mattress. But it didn’t even matter because those two had already left. “Well, I say they’re the lovebirds.” She grumbled, narrowing her eyes at the mattress.
Finally, she just threw her hands up in frustration and gave up. She stalked away from the mattress, and past Danny. Carder grabbed a bag and began stuffing food packets into it. She really hated taking everything, but she knew it was for the best. Who knows when they would get more food?
She shook her head and sat down, staring blankly at the ground. She hated this.

[-_- It's short. I'm sorry.]

Danny met Carder's glare with an innocent look, blinking at her. Everything about him sang 'I'm sorry, did I annoy you?'
“Daniel, if another word comes out of that rotten little mouth of yours…”
'What will you do?' He was tempted to challenge, but he wasn't stupid enough to say out loud. Carder hadn't fulfilled her promise to chop off his bollocks, but there was still time yet.
Unless she meant...
Frowning, he brought a cupped hand to his mouth, exhaled, and smelt his breath. It wasn't particularly pleasing, but not revolting either. He'd found an old toothbrush in the store room, no toothpaste, but it had done it's job so far.
He raised an eyebrow at Mitch's comment, but he and Shae were too far away to tell what exactly the conversation was about, so he didn't bother asking. Too much effort.
Still...
Lovebirds...
He grinned. A tingling sensation flushed southwards.
Still facing away from Mitch, Danny patted his crotch, smiling darkly to himself. Erotic images of Carder found their way into his mind and he didn't fight them.
“Easy there, Pinocchio.” He smirked. “Easy, lad.”
Shaking his head in amusement he shoved away the images for safe keeping and sat down beside Carder, leaning contently back on the wall with a faint yawn. He could have done with a couple more hours of sleep, but Mitch was right; they had to start moving. Something was going on out there beyond the trees, and if they stayed there too long they could risk an ambush. With a group so small they couldn't really afford losing anyone.
That being said, Danny was glad they'd found that place. If Carder hadn't brought them there they would either have starved, caught an illness or passed out from lack of sleep.
Speaking of Carder...
He turned to glance at her with a curious eyebrow twitched upwards, but at the sight of her slumped shoulders he frowned. He recognised that posture, because he'd worn it countless times before.
Defeat? No, not quite. More like sorrow.
Bless her. The warehouse had been her home for a while, and only in a matter of weeks it had been totally destroyed, not only by the tornado but the monsters also.
“Oi.” He grunted, elbowing her roughly in the ribs. He didn't quite look sympathetic for her, but she'd been there for him at his time of vulnerability, so the least he could do is not piss her off. Besides which, her mood benefited his little 'Pinocchio' anyhow.
Frowning thoughtfully, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed some small, foil covered circles he'd found a day or so ago from the store room. Engraved on each circle was a poor attempt of George Washington and a faint 'In God We Trust' and 'Liberty' around the perimeter. One or two of the circles were misshapen and crushed when he'd sat on them, but he offered her a couple anyway.
Chocolate nickels.
((Please tell me I looked up the right 'nickel'? I've never seen American money in my life. XD))
“I was going to save them for later but...” He groaned, glancing longingly down at the four or five remaining coins in his hands. He loved chocolate...
“Um...” He stood up, hardening his features, and shoved the other coins back in his pocket. “Anyway. Hurry up and chirp up. We're leaving. We've got days of ass-kicking to catch up on.” He winked and pulled out a knife from his belt and spun it skilfully around his fingers.
“Or you can not chirp up and chop off all the bollocks you wish.” He stopped and pulled a face. “Just... Not mine.”
Hovering a hand protectively over his crotch he jogged over to Mitch and pounced on him, attempting to pull him into a headlock. He was in the giddy stage of fatigue and would probably end up getting a knife to his throat, but it didn't bother him.
“Who were you calling love-birds, Mitchy-me-lad?” He grinned, then turned his attention stupidly to Shae, still with an arm around Mitch's neck. “Oh, hey babe. Looking even more pissed off than usual, I see. Has Mitch impregnated you or something?”
He giggled in a childish fashion, grinning stupidly at her.

((Feel free to beat him up... Any of you. :3 You know you want to... XD It's the only way he learns. ))

[*resists urge to post* I Finnicking love Danny xD]

((So do I. XD I don't know where half his stuff comes from, though. The character in the book called Danny isn't anything like this one. ))

[this is why he is your character ]

((That is true Bless him... He's such a jerk. XD))

[[Okay, I love discussing this, but I think it would be in everyone's best interest to get a discussion page for this one xD Too many posts. I keep thinking that POLO FRICKEN REPLIED.]]

((BLOODY HELL! Can't a girl even eat her frickin' supper?! XD

I'm getting there, damn it.

And sorry Batty. Polo has not fricken replied yet. In fact, I pretty much posted this just to taunt you. ... MWAHAHAHA! ))

Mitch snickered when Shae informed him that she was 'taking a piss'. She really was a charming lady, he had to hand it to her. Like the queen's f*cking niece.
While he waited for her, he took a chunk of wood out of his backpack, and began absentmindedly whittling it with the rusty blade of his favourite knife. This was what he tended to do these days, when he had some time to kill...
Still, it was not long before Shae reappeared, looking so pissed off that he half expected to burst into flames. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but when she offered no explanation, he shrugged it off. He and Shae had an unspoken agreement not to push each other's bad moods - and for obvious reasons.

Unfortunately, Danny was not entirely aware of this agreement - as he demonstrated remarkably with his appearance a moment later.
As he felt himself tackled from behind, Mitch instinctively grabbed the man's arm, intending to throw him, but then he heard Danny's voice, and his aggressive stance turned to one of incredulous disgust at such blatant disrespect from somebody he considered far below himself in the group's unofficial hierarchy. “Who were you calling love-birds, Mitchy-me-lad?” Danny asked with a grin, practically hugging Mitch around the shoulders as he walked.
Mitch shot him a death stare.
“Oh, hey babe." Danny added cheerfully to Shae, "Looking even more pissed off than usual, I see. Has Mitch impregnated you or something?”
At this, he couldn't help but snort in amusement.
"Come on, Danny." He taunted, casting the man a dark smirk, and sliding a strong arm firmly around his waist, "Right now I'm closer to impregnating you..."

Shae aprreciated Mitch not asking her what was up. She'd have told him - rather crudely and in a way that he probably would not enjoy, to say the least - but she still would have told him. She just stopped in her tracks and waited for the man when it was clear he wasn't following her. She only turned around when she heard Danny come out of the warehouse, being an idiot as usual.
She definitely was not in the mood for his funny attitude or jokes.
But Mitch did a pretty good job of taking care of the whole 'did-you-get-her-pregnant' thing. Still, this was good oppurtunity to possibly let out some of her anger. Maybe spill a little blood. That way she wouldn't be so inclined to do it in town. That could just lead to stupid decisions that risk her life.
There she went again, thinking and planning far ahead. And - she also noticed - she was back to thinking only for herself. Maybe it was just her mood, or maybe it was time to move on from everything here, not just the warehouse.

"Danny boy, let me tell you something." Shae said, a smile sliding over her face. It was a nice smile, and would have been pretty, had it not been for the insanity blazing in her eyes.
She walked over to him silently and dropped her bag onto the ground next to Mitch. Gently, she pulled the two boys apart and pushed Danny away, pressing herself against him. She was as tall as him, she found with satisfaction.
The red-head leaned forward, and wrapping her hands behind his neck, let her lips trail along his ear. "If Mitch had gotten me pregnant, he would not be here." She let out a low chuckle. "You should keep that in mind, dear."
Her nails began to dig into the back of his neck. Soon they'd would break the skin, and blood would start to well up out of the cuts. It would get between her nails and onto her fingers and smeared around his skin. It would hurt him. But as she did this, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. She felt nothing inside but satisfaction with the warmth pooling under her hands.
As she pulled away, Shae looked at the crimson liquid on her fingertips with a smirk and sauntered back to her backpack next to Mitch.
"Where's Carder?" She asked. Her mood had gotten considerably better now that she had blood - someone else's blood, not her own disgusting leaking kind.

[[I'm taking you up on your offer to beat him up, Dreameh xD I hate Shae, omg.]]