What If The Storm Ends?

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨?

As summer drew closer, so did their demand for more water.

Five being the natural genius that he was, had engineered a small but efficient rain catchment system outside the base. The pair were then able to then take what was collected and boil it over the fire to kill any potential bacteria, the water which was now drinkable was then stored away in their base to prepare for the incoming summer heat.

Octavia often thought about how fortunate she was to have stumbled across Five on that fateful day, not only because his company helped in retaining her own sanity but rather because of how resourceful he was. She thanked whatever deity or supernatural being which was looking out for her when they brought Five to her. From his knowledge of survival and general intelligence it made their unfortunate circumstances a little easier.

Octavia had believed that she did rather well to survive as long as she did in complete solitude, however Five unintentionally put that pride to shame rather quickly when they started living together.

Five knew that Octavia was far from useless. She was resourceful in her own right and he frequently reminded himself that she had survived equally long as he did. And although his circumstances were far from desirable, she was not the worst person he could think of to be stuck in the apocalypse with.

As infuriating as her humour and shrewdness could be, It was easy to get lost in her company. Find actually found himself enjoying the designated time they had assigned for each other at the end of the day. He liked their routine, the comfortability of it all.

The boy liked hearing her speak, it was a pleasant break from the cacophony of his own thoughts and anxieties. He didn't particularly favour any of the subjects of conversations, from her childhood memories on the farm to her development of her power or even just the latest book she was reading, he liked it all.

Although Five had to bite his tongue, weary of letting any personal information of his own slip into these tender conversations they shared by the fire every night. He remained guarded and instead let Octavia do most of the talking, which she probably would have done anyway, secrets aside.

Five and Octavia left the base together for a quick supplies run that day, they were down on food by a noticeable amount and Five insisted that they needed to replenish their reserve before it got too warm during the peak of summer.

"Shit, it warmed up quickly." Five huffed, referring to the sweltering afternoon sun which he found himself and Octavia walking in.

"It is midday, the sun is at its peak so it's technically the hottest point of the day." Octavia replied.

"I'm aware of that, genius."

"Just stating facts."

Five stripped off the heavy fabric of the black jacket that he had worn almost every single day since Octavia had met him. He only took it off to sleep or when the weather was a bit too warm, such as it was in this current moment.

Octavia was so accustomed to seeing Five dressed in that damn jacket that it was pratically an extension of him at this point. She watched closely as he shrugged the material off his back and slung it over his slender shoulder. He then swiftly rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt to rest at his elbows.

As the pair continued to rummage and search for any potential indicators of food Octavia noticed a considerably decent sized patch of black ink on his left wrist that oddly resembled a tattoo.

The image itself was composed of an umbrella with a red handle, the image was encased by the outline of a blank circle and the umbrella itself pointed upwards towards Five's elbow.