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Testing for Irregulars

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[ He had wandered the wilderness for well, he's not sure how long. Ever since his escape from the dome everything had been a blur carrying the small body on his back. All he knew was that he was tired, hungry and thirsty. He wasn't sure where he was going or if he would even find anything to help himself from not dying in this wilderness.

But, maybe this was the true fate of those who left the domes and were never seen from again? If the nuclear apocalypse wasn't true or hell, maybe the world finally recovered, they were doomed to wander the wilderness and not die from monsters; but a much slower death of dehydration and starvation.

He steps clumsily over roots and vine, over leaf and branch, loudly breaking through the thicket as he stumbled before he could walk no more. All he could do was fall to his knees and collapse on the ground, the small child who lay as if in sleeping repose to roll onto the ground and stay quiet and asleep. Glitch felt his eyes go heavy he just wanted to pass out. Just let darkness take him. ]

[Despair.

It was a peculiar scent that rose above the aromas of foliage, must, and damp earth that dominated the forests that he was starting to think of as his safe retreat-- away from the domes, the government drones, and from people. As much as he had longed to escape the confines of their prisons, freedom had come with a price. The knowledge that people like him fit in nowhere in the world stuck in his craw and itched at him worse than a woolen turtleneck in the springtime, but there was nothing that would bring him any relief from the frustration and annoyance.

The clear skies and clean air, however, did help him think. And, in his daily rounds through the wilds around camp in search for escapees from the nearest facilities, it was impossible not to notice the pungent, sour odor of sweat and fear.

Following his nose was simple-- then the breaking branches along the path helped him zero in on the pair of boys, unconscious.

Thorn dropped out of the thicket and onto the path before the pair, and crossed his arms while he let out a dissatisfied noise that keened through his nose.

This... wasn't good.

After quickly checking to see if there were any followers and checking to see that both boys were breathing, Thorn scooped the two of them into his arms and hurried back to camp. Surely Gadget had a med kit-- or someone with actual healing abilities had returned from a quick tour.]

[ His consciousness wavers in and out the vague sounds around him fading in with it. He hears a landing, footsteps? He wasn't sure. Than he feels he's being lifted from the ground and he doesn't even have the energy to fight back. Maybe he was being made prey for some monster or maybe he was being captured.

He's not sure. All he knows is his eyes flutter open for a moment to see the figure that lifts him. A mane of hair, pointed teeth and green eyes dance in his vision, but he drops his head falling into the darkness.

He comes in and out of wakefulness and sleep as he hears voices. Someone says "you can't just be grabbing outsiders" "What if they were followed?"

Words like that. But it seems like nothing because when he does finally awake from another stint of darkness he's lying on a bed, in some sort of ramshackle house. He groans as he sits up, bringing a hand to his forehead as he glances above him; ]

Where? What?
...I'm fuckin' dead aren't I?

[Those who complained the loudest just didn't get it-- the fact that no one deserved to be left alone in the wild, dirty and hungry, after what must have been the most stressful moments of their life. Thorn had made it a point to stick by the kids while they recovered, and it was thanks to Gadget's quick thinking that there were no unexpected visitors in the depths of the cabin that they had spend the last several weeks fixing up.

The windows were propped open to allow airflow and birdsong to filter through. Besides the tumble of twigs and seeds from the trees on the tin roof, and the murmur of voices from the yard, they were alone.

Green eyes flitted toward the boy as he stirred. Thorn leaned forward and did his utmost to offer a sympathetic look of understanding.]

Not yet, [He quipped.] But, with the shape you were in? It was close.

[ He looks up from his bed to see the figure sitting near by. Glitch remains somewhat quiet for a moment as he looks at them. The guy looked like a giant in comparison to himself and for a moment? He worried the guy might step forward and break his neck.

But, considering he qas unconcious and this guy had just seemingly sat there? The was probably unlikely.

Glitch sits up a bit against the bed with a small wince as he turns his gaze to the other guy, scanning him a bit. He couldn't be more than what? Eighteen? Nineteen? Though he guesses the facial hair probably makes him seem older. Still, the boy sits there staring suspiciously. ]

Where Am I? Where's Echo? [ Because he hadn't forgotten the comatose boy he carried through the wilds. ]

[He knew he looked somewhat intimidating to strangers. Between the teeth and his sheer stature, there was no avoiding it-- and, with a sober nod, he slowly stood and opened the shutters just enough to let a dusty stream of sunlight through. With the room further illuminated, the situation was plain to see:

Echo still slept nearby, gently tucked underneath the ragged blankets that had been scavenged from abandoned homesteads. For all appearances to anyone, he seemed like he was merely asleep.]

Right here, [Thorn said, in as gentle and reassuring a voice as possible.] We've got him stable for now. At least until one of our healers gets back, anyway...

[He let out a small, dissatisfied sound that sounded almost like a throaty groan.]

Whatever happened to you two... it looks like it was hell.

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