𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"No."
"Come on, Princess."
Ignoring Atsumu, you shot Kita a look.
"Seriously, Shin? You too?"
Said male crossed his arms, conflict weaved through his hardened features.
"I do agree that it's dangerous for you to do it alone, especially when your gun will be by the shore."
You groaned quietly, which only made Suna smirk and Osamu stifle a small snicker.
"I can keep my knife on me. And Zs can't swim! Not that I know of, anyways..."
The situation was unexpected—comical even. It had been a week since the group of you last stayed in a house, let alone found any form of stable shelter to spend the night. The area surrounding Tokyo was infested with Zs and the chaos had driven all survivors out into the suburbs and forthwith into the mountains.
Survivors equaled demand for resources. And demand for resources equaled lack of accommodation too. And sparse accommodation—well, it meant that all your group had to maintain any sort of hygiene were rainfall and the now empty packet of baby wipes discarded by the extinguished campfire.
The Jeep was parked by a wide riverbank, observing the crystalline ribbons flowing placidly past the rocks protruding its surface. Summer was reaching its end, but the warm temperatures lingering created the closest thing one could find to a bath, and all you wanted to do was spend the next few hours doused in the calm flow of the stream.
