aawake at night — dump

[sunrise skater kid.]

my first posts on bb oof
slightly less gross but still gross

[align=center][div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify"]he had been alone for a long time now, and he hadn't had plans for that to change.

emerson taylor had, in his youth, been one of the friendliest kids you could ever meet. however, now at age twenty, he had been hardened. between the desperate search for supplies and fending off those monsters- emerson could never bring himself to call them zombies, it made the whole idea scarier, the fact that he could one day be like that- he'd become too busy to even have a chance to long for company. so, he loned it, and he loned it well enough that he hadn't been killed yet.

when the outbreak had first started, emerson had banded together with a few others close to his age. he had always been smaller and more agile than most, and had been assigned the duty of keeping a lookout while the others slept. he'd fallen asleep in the high branches of a tree, and been awoken by the sounds of his companions screaming. he'd never been able to shake the sound, so it replayed whenever he had a moment to think. so he kept himself busy.

emerson pulled the switchblade he kept in his back pocket out and cleaned his nails with the blade. just the day before, he'd been chased by one of the monsters, barely escaping into a tall tree, and had scratched his leg pretty badly. he needed to find a lake or stream to wash out the wound, but for now it hurt to move. he was hidden in a the midst of a copse of trees. the shade was a pleasant bonus to the concealment.

he was still cleaning his nails and trying to think of anything but the screams, when he heard a scream- a real one, happening in the present. well, it was more of a yell than a scream, and sounded vaguely like swearing. he shrugged his shoulders and looked back down at his blade as the mysterious voice continued to yell. he tried to ignore it, figuring if they were being killed they probably deserved it, for not being able to hide or escape. survival of the fittest, right? he tried, he really did.

but alas, emerson could not keep his hero comples compressed any longer. standing up with a hiss of pain, he moved in the direction of the sound. once he thought he was pretty close, he climbed a tree. he didn't dare go too high, as his leg was aching at this point. he scanned the area before spotting a bright spot of orange. he squinted, thinking at first that it was fire. upon closer inspection, he identified it as a human. the other person seemed fine, at the moment at least, but emerson saw two of the monsters about the same distance away from the redhead, in the opposite direction. with a sigh, he climbed down, cursing his own heroics.

he swung around so that the other human- who he could tell was male- had his back to emerson. he debated whether he should say something, or just make noise to make the fiery headed boy more aware of his surroundings. he realized, after throwing several stones and a stick, that he was too engulfed in yelling at the sky.

sighing, emerson strode forward, blade in hand. "hey you!" he said loudly, wanting to sound intimidating but not as if he was going to attack. he was pretty sure if he got in a fight with this boy, he would come out one the worse end. "i don't know you, and i don't care to, but im not one to just let somebody get killed while they're obviously distressed. there's two of the zombies"- he shuddered a bit at the use of the word, but he needed this boy to understand the importance of the situation- "not that far from here, and headed in this direction. if i were you, i'd scram." he went to turn away, before deciding to see how the other reacted. maybe he could get some food or supplies out of this, a reward of sorts. or maybe you're just glad to see another face a voice in the back of his mind said. he frowned, creating deep lines in his face. sometimes, he swore he was his own worst enemy, and this was definitely one of them.

[align=center][div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]    navy had woken up that morning with a sigh. unwilling to get out of his, admittedly cheap, bed, he rolled over and let out a loud groan. it was five in the morning- who the hell needs to buy music things at this early hour? when the alarm on his phone rang out again, he cursed under his breath, swinging his legs to the floor.
    making his way to the tiny kitchen in his flat, he went to brew a pot of coffee before discovering he was out. he shoved the coffee pot back towards the wall in anger, and went back into his room to cry get ready.
    already in a bad mood, he decided he was just going to wear a black hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of white converse. he would pin his nametag onto the hoodie and be done. he shuffled towards the door, scooping his keys into his pocket as he went, and exited the building.
    on the short drive to the music store he worked at, navy had to turn the radio to an unreasonably high volume just to stay awake. he didn't have time to stop at the starbucks a couple streets over. he definitely could not afford to lose this job, and he'd already been late several times recently.
    pulling into the lot and parking haphazardly, the tiny boy was like a thunderstorm. he was growling and his eyes were dark, filled with anger at the world in general. there was no reason for anyone to be awake when the sky was still dark, and going without his daily dose of caffeine was a definite no-no. it was to be expected that when hurricane navy entered the small building, all of its occupants disappeared. his coworkers all knew by now that navy needed his space when he didn't have his coffee- and they could always tell when he didn't have his coffee.
    glad to be alone for the time being, navy sat at a stool behind the counter and stared blankly towards the massive amount of guitars hanging on the far wall opposite him. he was so out of it he didn't even notice when his first customer walked towards him.