Junkyard Bastion

Exploration of a Lost City

<Beckett's POV> <12:47am>
*Edited*

I wake up first, getting up slowly and stretching. I reach over to feel for my arm but instead I accidentally slap someone sleeping next to me. I panic for a second until I realize it's the boy.

He only stirs in his sleep, even after the hit. I sigh and I get out of my cot slowly, careful not to wake him up.

I walk over to an old-timey sink that should've stopped being produced after the 1700's, and I wash my face and brush my teeth with what little toothpaste I had.

I guess I gotta get more but nows not the time. I change clothes, hoping to god the boy doesn't wake up with my ass half out my boxers. Luckily he doesn't, so I get fully dressed and I head out the door.

I get a few stares but I brush them off, going straight to my parents house. I wouldn't say they're in charge of the place but they do hold some considerable power over the people.

I knock the door with my metal arm, the knock sounds much different and it's easier for them to figure out it's me. My dad opens the door and he smiles.

"Hey tick" I wince, not trying to verbally express how much I hate that nickname.
"Hey dad, So uh.."

"You gonna introduce the boy to the junkyard or do we have to?" I love that my dad never hesitates to say what's in his head but it gets... a little too much sometimes.

"Well he has that newcomers shock, so I don't know if we can just rush him out and tell everyone to give him a nice slap on the back."

"That is true." My dad says, rubbing his beard.
"Tell you what. I have a mission I need you to go on, why don't you take the boy with you and get to know him better?"

"That doesn't sound too bad but what about introducing him?" I ask, drumming my fingers against my leg.

"Well, get him used to your personality and he'll survive here." He grabs my shoulder firmly and pats it. "He'll come around. You're a natural charmer."

I sigh at his comment, not willing to fight it back with any protest. I walk back to my house, opening the door to the boy staring curiously at a book on my bookshelf.

"Uh hi there." I say, a little uncertain. He snaps his head towards me and sighs. "You're a bookworm?" I nod. He smirks and he laughs a little.

"You sure don't look it." He slides off his cot and walks towards me, keeping eye contact. "You got spare clothes? These are kind of.." he gestures to his dirtied clothes, dried out blood mainly staining it.

I give him a look, and I remember what he said last night. I nod towards a closet and he rummages through it, picking a white tank top and some worn down jeans.

"You don't have much style do you?" He says, staring at his legs, dressed with the somewhat torn jeans.

"Well you got any better clothes than me?"
"I didn't say that but.."
"Then your just gonna have to do with what I give you." I cut him off, turning around to open the door again.

He sighs and I hear him walking behind me as I grab my supplies from a storage box on the side of my house. I walk over to the broken mesh fence and I pull it open, allowing him to go through.

He crouches and slides through and I do the same. After I get through he looks at me confused.

"Uh what are we doing?"
"I have to gather some necessities for the camp."
"Like?"
"Uh soap, toothpaste and some extra food."
"Wow so your taking me grocery shopping?"
"Yes but theres a hell of a lotta zombies in the city so I hope you know how to fight."