Guns & Roses

Chapter 54

                                  [Deimos]

It was too damn cold. This sucked. Everything sucked. Wading through the snow sucked. The constant wind sucked. Being awake sucked, because he was too damn tired to be doing this!

Worse, nobody seemed to empathise. Didn't they feel that weariness in their bones? The one begging them to lay down and sleep this out?

It wasn't hypothermia. It was similar, but it wasn't it. This was something in his very soul begging to just be left to rest in peace. Not in a dead way, just in a tired way.

"How are you holding up bud?" Sanford yelled over the wind. Deimos frowned to himself. It was Sanford's fault they were out here. He heard Sanford pitch the idea while resting his eyes.

That wasn't what was actually pissing him off, though. It was everyone acting so weird around him. He felt coddled.

'Oh, don't worry about those bags, I can carry them if you're too tired.'

'Are you sure you're okay with that? You can let me know if it's bothering you.'

It was upsetting that everyone was so quick to treat him like a kid. He could still take care of himself! He was just really, really, tired.

"Deimos!" Sanford yelled again. The one good thing about the wind was that he could act like he didn't hear him.

Although, despite his anger, guilt tugged at him. Sanford was just trying to help. He didn't mean to be overbearing.

Sighing, he decided to at least answer him, "I'm fine!"

It came out angrier than expected. Not that he minded. He was pretty pissed off, no matter how many good intentions Sanford had.

"Are you sure?" Sanford asked, but Deimos just rolled his eyes. Obviously not. He just didn't want to talk about it right now.

Apparently Sanford finally got the message, because he stopped trying to get his attention.

Usually he was more persistent. Deimos eyed him wearily. He was upset, yes, but it didn't change the fact that Sanford was the best friend he had out here. It concerned him that Sanford was acting strange.

It was probably the snow. That's what he wanted to believe. Blame everything on it being cold and miserable. Things would turn out normal once they made it out of the storm.

If there is an end. Deimos shook the thought away. Of course there was an end. Somewhere.

At points, though, it seemed like there would be none. The storm just went on. And on. And on.

He was getting tired of not being able to see much. And, of being cold, but by this point it was more of a background sensation.

"Fucking idiots!" Deimos jumped, quickly looking back. What had gotten 2B so pissed off all of a sudden?

It didn't take long for him to realise the thing that ticked him off. Or rather, the lack there of.

Hank and Sheriff were gone.

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[Sheriff]

He was starting to regret leaving the others. Yes, Hank was the intended target of his mission, and yes, it seemed like the smart thing to tail him once Sheriff noticed him wandering off.

What wasn't smart was not considering the fact that the others had all the supplies. Food, water, first-aid kits... Everything.

He looked back, knowing damn well he wouldn't see them anywhere in this storm. Turning back was tempting, but he knew it would just mean getting lost on his own.