The Blue Lives

16# Dreams of the Future.

Summary: After resting, another plan has to be made to get through to the bridge and finally leave this perfect hell for good. But that lingering feeling of being watched keep you on your toes.

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"This is where it should be." You point at the clothing shop before you. George inspects the building for a moment and then looks back at you incredulously. "Here?" He asks, pointing his thumb back at the building. 

The building looks like a typical designer swagger store, selling clothes that you can buy of the same quality for less money elsewhere. You let out a heavy sigh, shrug and say "Yep." In confirmation. You're completely done now with this madness, and from the quiet whine that George lets out, he feels the same. "That does it then, I can ask inside for an inspection. Surely they can't deny me." George had never thought he would abuse this authority as a police officer like this. In all honesty, he doesn't feel like an officer anymore. The uniform that he is wearing feels like a costume, a charade. And he might as well put it to some good use to get out of here. 

The duo enters the shop, nearly blinded by how white and clinical everything looks. You need a moment to adjust your eyes, a pair of women's trousers caught your attention and when you inspect the pricetag, you back away from it. Who in their right mind would pay 150 pounds for a pair of mediocre trousers?!

George doesn't waste any time, Walking up to the first person he sees with a name tag and strides up to him. "Pardon me, sir." He announces himself loudly and with purpose. The worker jumps in fear and then straightens his posture upon being greeted by a Police Officer. "Y-yes, Mr. Officer... Sir!" He stutters nervously. 
"Me and my rookie officer here..." George begins, pointing behind himself and straight at you without ever looking. "are here for an inspection of the reported old shelter down around here. Do you mind if you take a look?" He requests professionally, his gaze strict and his posture flashing authority. You couldn't help but find it attractive, looking respectful while trying to act like a nervous rookie in front of the retail worker. 

"Right this way, officers." The worker gestures with a shaky hand to the back room before taking the lead. George turns back to you and waves his hand, silently suggesting you follow as well. You're glad that the lie worked and you follow after the other men. 

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After being led to the shelter, George demands the retail worker leave for inspection. The worker luckily doesn't ask any questions and leaves without a fuzz. The looks run down like the other one. But it still has a spot where you can store the things you found and go through all the notes you picked up along the way. 

While George takes a quiet moment for himself in the chair at the desk. Slouching so far he could nearly slide out of the chair completely if he sunk any further. His head leaning back to stare at the peeling paint on the ceiling. You reach into your back to read through the notes while catching a breather. 
Most notes of interest showed the same issue, It's about Joy's ineffectiveness in people and the very dangerous side effects it has. It really is like reading a horror story that you're part of! 
It makes you feel glad that you stopped taking Joy so long ago. But it still makes you fear for the people who are still under the influence of that drug. Not to mention those Doctors who would inject Joy forcefully. You pray that you don't ever meet a Doctor again. That moment before reuniting with George was unnerving enough. You're glad that you're with him again. 

George took a moment for himself to think things over. Leaning back into the old desk chair. The ceiling wasn't interesting enough to look at for any longer than at least a minute. His mind is still wandering as he turns his head to the side to look at his companion sitting on the bed. 
There are a lot of things he wants to say to her. But he is not sure where he would even begin. 

Looking at her while reading the notes she got from her bag, her expression changes to that of concern and slight fear. Whatever she is reading might not be good. He had taken off his helmet a moment ago to be able to run his hand through his dark hair, messing it up even more than it already was. 
His train of thought is going again while staring at his companion. Looking at her makes him wonder about the future. What is he even going to do when he gets out of Wellington Wells, he hasn't thought that far just yet. Is (Y/n) going to leave him when they have escaped? 

He is surprised that he hadn't asked her before, he should have. 
"(Y/n)?" He calls quietly, not wishing to disturb the comfortable silence in the air. (Y/n) doesn't respond vocally and merely lowers the papers she is holding and looks up at him with a perplexed expression. 
"What do you really plan on doing when you're outside?" The question sounds more vague than he had imagined but by the look on (Y/n)'s face, she seems to understand. She taps her chin, in deep throught, then gingerly shrugs her shoulders. 
"I haven't thought that far to be truthful with you," she replies with honesty, placing the papers back in her bag. 
"What about you?" She asks with a gesture of her hand. George also replies with a shrug, "I don't know either." He says, turning his gaze away from her for a second. "I was hoping if... I could... That I could stay with you?" He asks, suddenly turning flustered, a cherry pink hue forming on his cheeks. (Y/n)'s face turns the same colour. "You want to stay with me?" George confirms her question with a curt nod. Then he grins, "Besides, I still promised you that date, didn't I?" He says with a playful tone, causing (Y/n) to giggle. If that is not the cutest sound he has ever heard. "That you did." she mirrors his smile. 

(Y/n) shifts in her seat on the bed, clearing her throat to change the subject. "Let us focus on getting out of Wellington Wells first." She suggests and George couldn't agree more. God only knows what dangerous thing could happen if the duo stayed here any longer. 

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"So, It's all closed up?" You look up at the towering building, that holds the key to escape. George rubs his eyes, sleep still remaining. He has never been much of a morning person anyway. (Y/n) appears to be fine, and George believes that she is a morning person, since she looks like one. 

"Yep, we can't walk out willy-nilly. Not like we could do that in the first place..." He complains and crosses his arms. It feels like they're so close to their freedom there is just this one thing blocking their path. "we would have been out weeks ago if we could." (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh, the fresh morning air cleansing her lungs, making her chest feel chilly on the inside. The sun had barely risen, its rays peeking over the taller buildings of The Parade. 
The long shadow that you and George create in the morning sun reminds you of something. 

"hold on a moment." You announce to your companion, raising your index finger. George raises a brow at you in confusion. Without saying anything else, you snatch George by his hand and pull him in the direction that you want to go. George gasps in surprise upon being pulled by the hand of his companion.