Apocalypse Remedy - A Schlattbur Story | ROH SEQUEL

EP 1 - REMEDY

APOCALYPSE REMEDY  |  THE SEQUEL

┏ EP 1: REMEDY  ┓

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disclaimer: this story is a SEQUEL to "River of horrors", so if you have not read that I recommend you should in order to understand this story better :) as per trigger warning, this story WILL contain death, gore, angst,  shipping and some nsfw (NOT HEAVY). read at your own risk! Now enjoy the story ;)

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The vehicle bounces up and down, as its wheels roll over the gnarled roots dipped in-and-out of the wood sorrel flecked blankets of grass. Bags and bags of supplies in the ute's back bounce in the rhythm of the vehicle.

The wind's hands run through his hair as he takes in the surrounding scents of eucalyptus and pulpy orchards. The serene nut-brown trees and vaults of leaves are but a blur to Wilbur, as they glide through the tender glow of the forest.

"So who's ready to save the world?"

That was the last thing he remembers saying before plummeting into a sort of survival instinct. That fraction of a moment —as he stood before his friends decked in a full armoured suit ready for the apocalypse — was a moment he knew would be the very last time he'd ever live a normal life again. From there, the world around him warped, and everything seemed completely different.

As he sits at the back of the ute, clutching onto his syringe-initiated rifle, his eyes drift toward the fleeing scenery. When he looks at those timeless, skyscraper trees blurring by, he no longer can bring himself to admire its beauty. He doesn't think to himself, 'oh, those trees look beautiful underneath that honey-glow sunset.' But instead, when he looks at those trees, a flurry of instinctive questions rush in his mind one after the other: would that be a good spot to hide? Or would being surrounded by so much clutter be a disadvantage? Could I even climb that high? Could those monsters be able to get me if I were to hold onto that branch on that tree up there?

Those thoughts are the first indicator that his mind has rewired itself completely compared to a few months ago. Hopefully he can stay that coherent for the rest of the journey, because he's going to need it.

"How long has it been?"

He finds his eyes break contact with the view, and instead averts over to the blonde boy sitting parallel to him. Despite him asking the question, he's looking away, staring out at the view ahead; his hair dancing back as the wind also hits his face. Both his hands are scrunched into a fist, sitting on his lap as he grips his jeans. Wilbur blinks, snapping himself out from his absent-minded train of thoughts.

"I'm—" he starts, realising he doesn't really know how to answer that question. "I'm not sure, Tommy."

Beside Wilbur, sits Ty, who's been frozen staring at the ground for a while now. He notices him slide his hand over to his satchel, and pull out a walkie-talkie. Flicking the switch on, he inclines into the speaker, asking, "what's the time?"

". . . quarter past 6." comes a static, monotone reply from Techno, who is sitting at the passenger seat from inside the vehicle. Ty looks up at Tommy, pausing for a moment to calculate his answer.

After a dragging delay, he says, "it's been three and a half hours."

"Huh. Only that long?" Tommy mulls to himself, his eyes gliding over everybody sitting in the ute. A small trace of a forced smile feigns over his face, and he awkwardly chuckles. "Ha. Time feels a bloody lot slower when you're doing nothing... right guys?"