aawake at night — dump

[sunrise skater kid.]

this was my first ic post on here yuck

[align=center][div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]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 complex 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 on 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. at times, he swore he was his own worst enemy. this was definitely one of those times.