Coroika Post-Apocalypse (Slow Updates)

How Goggles and Rider are holding up.

Goggles and Rider had teamed up. They were temporarily resided in a now vandalized Ammo Knights shop, it wasn't ideal but at least they were constantly supplied with weapons to fight against the inkblot zombies.

Goggles had found Rider by mistake while scavenging. Rider was still in ammo knights, just making camp, when he heard someone enter. He had immediately raised his Dynamo until he realized it was Goggles. They ended up sharing supplies and care. Despite Goggles' old constant annoyance, Rider had grown used to it.

Goggles was sleeping in a black sleeping bag. The room was barely lit by a half-melted candle which could only illuminate half his pale face. Rider was sat on the counter, staring at the wall in no particular thought. The walls were covered in drawings Goggles had made when he was bored, some pretty, some scribbly and some just pure weird. A lot of them was about life before the inkblot outbreak, however. What Goggles and Rider would give to live a normal life again, not that they had anything of proper value anymore - food and medicine were the real values and a pleasure that they had all taken for granted before the outbreak happened.

"Goggles." Rider said, walking over to the boy in the sleeping bag that barely gave any warmth.
Goggles was still asleep.
"Goggles." Rider repeated, shaking him.
Goggles slowly lifted his eyelids. "What...?"
"We need supplies. We need food that isn't granola bars..."
"Seriously...?"
"Get up, lazy bones."

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"Aloha's? I thought you hated his trading rules?" Goggles asked, zipping up his filthy coat.
"Yeah... I prefer Emperor and his siblings' trading but... Aloha's painkillers are good..." Rider sighed.

Rider had his usual leather jacket, however, it was ripped from wear and tear. He had jeans and broken boots where water could leak through. Goggles still wore his coat, worned and dirty. His goggles were cracked on one side but he never wore them anyway.

They soon headed off with two backpacks, both filled with the important stuff like scavenged food, medicine, plasters and water that they had boiled to try and clean (they still weren't sure if it was safe to drink). The city looked as dilapidated as it was. Broken windows, debris and random fluids that no one wants to investigate any further. There was a deafening silence, not even a white noise, and the walk couldn't help but make Goggles anxious. Thankfully, he had Rider by his side...

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Sorry that the writing is all over the place, I'm not a good writer :')
Don't assume it'll be updated all the time 😭
+ this was done in a rush