Junkyard Bastion

A Quick Escape

<Beckett's POV> <2:57pm>
*Edited*

I show him the watch and his eyes get wide.
"Uh, that's a BAD thing right?" I stop myself from physically face-palming and I nod.

I grab his arm and I rush him outside, frantically looking around for a ladder I had to use last time. I find the ladder and I rush him up, following quickly behind him.

I shudder as I climb up the ladder. I tighten my grip and get up to the roof of the abandoned building. I bring the ladder up, to prevent zombies from climbing up.

"What're we gonna do now?"
"Camp here for the night."
"What?!"
"Chill, the zombies can't climb a building this high, plus all the entrances down there and up here are completely blocked."

"Where will we sleep?"
"We set up this building as an emergency when the "Hour" hits and there's not enough time to get home."

He nods, walks over to the tents on the roof, and freezes, fidgeting with his hands.
"Everything alright?" I ask him, walking over to him. He nods but he points at the tent.

"You scared of tents?" I say with a hint of sarcasm to lighten the mood, but he quickly shakes his head and sighs. He leans on the broken wall beside the blocked entrance and sighs, he looks up at me and takes a deep breath.

"I'm really claustrophobic, especially after the car accident." He says with a nervous expression and I give him a worried look.

After a moment of thinking, I ask, "I can take the tents apart and build them together if that will help."
He thinks for a moment and gets up.

"Can you uh... make sure there's no roof on it or something?"
"I could try but it could rain, I can build the pole higher and put a tarp over it you'll still see outside but it'll be a gap."

He smiles at me and nods. I begin taking the tent apart and I build it back up with ease, using the tent material to stretch over each other to make a strong wind-proof bond.

I add a pole to the tops to make it higher and I tie the tarp on the poles, creating a hexagon-shaped tent... with a roof.
"Cmon I'm done, get in"

I open the tent door and he crawls inside, he lays down and looks up through the gap I made, admiring the sky.

"Is it alright? Or is it still too closed up?" I look to my side to face him, and he considers the question.
"...Thanks"
I smile and I lay down too, watching the clouds pass by as the sky shines with a pretty light blue. I cringe when I start hearing growls below, the times struck 3.

I start remembering things I don't want to and bite my lip nervously. I turn to lie on my side, facing the strong tent walls.

I sigh and wrap an old blanket around me tightly, trying to ignore the noises outside, and the ground I laid on. I hear movement beside me and then a hand on my shoulder.

I flinch, and then the hand moves away.
"Sorry. Forgot I can't suddenly touch you, it's a habit." I turn to look at him and he smiles at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He says, his smile dropping to a more worried expression. I nod and turn back to face the tent walls, strong and secure... It's Strong, and Secure... I shudder.

He moves a lot beside me, and I start wondering if he got tangled in something until I turn around, finding him playing around with my bag.

"What're you doing?"
"I'm looking at your stuff." He drops a wrench to the floor, luckily it landed on a blanket so no noise was made.
"...Sorry 'bout that." He picks it up and returns to playing with my tools and things like a toddler.

"Yknow you could've asked right?"
"Yeah, but you looked anxious and I didn't wanna bother you." I look away, and he frowns.
"Sorry, I'm just feeling kinda off right now."

"Wanna talk about it?" he lays my stuff down and turns to face me.
"It only happened a few months ago or so."
"Was it bad?"
I wave my mechanical arm to his face and he grimaces.

"Oh, well you don't have to talk about it but... you shouldn't think too much about it either."
"That's easier said than done."
He whacks my metal arm with my wrench.
"Well if you keep thinking about it... I'm gonna keep doing this." A smirk grows on his face as he hits my arm again.

He hits my arm again with the wrench, not too hard to make loud noises but just enough to annoy the absolute shit out of me.

The hitting goes to my bicep, to my forearm, and then to my hand. He drags the wrench slowly back up my arm, making a hideous screeching noise.

I swat him away but yet again, I don't watch where I swing and I backhand him straight in the jaw. He groans in pain and I shoot up from my position to kneel over him, he holds his face as he lays on his side.

"Shit... I'm so sorry-" He looks up at me and uncovers his cheek, the same one that's ripped off, and the same one I slapped with my metal hand. The wound bleeds and my eyes widen.

I quickly grab a few medical supplies from the messy pile of my things he left on the floor and I clean it up, putting numbing gel onto the exposed and very irritated gums.

He starts laughing and almost bites me on accident, with my finger still on his gums applying the gel. I pull my hand away and he lays on his back, looking back up at the makeshift roof.

"You don't think twice before you hit do you?" He says, with a grin on his face.
"It's a habit, considering every corner there are zombies ready to eat you."
"That's true I guess," He seethes and covers his bleeding mouth "...But geez that shit hurt."
"Sorry dude."

"It's all good. Here, wanna go outside the tent and like, I don't know... maybe look outside I guess?"
"Is the makeshift peek hole in the roof I made not big enough?"

He smiles and doesn't answer, crawling to the door and pulling it open.

 
"Ladies first." He smirks at me and I shove him out of the tent, he lands with a grunt and starts to laugh again.