Milo and Domizio already were friends, Milo was a medic, and Domizio was drill sergeant, strong and willing.
Winter, well... He didn't know what he was.
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"Come on Winter!" An annoyed voice yelled, it was his sister,
"Can you wait a second?! I'm almost done!"
Winter James and Abey Kaya Awanata,
Abey was Winter's older sister, he looked much older though, strange to say.
"Alright, let's go." He was wearing their father's old suit, white dress shirt, black suspenders, grey pants and black dress shoes, for now he decided to leave the bow untied and the jacket off.
"You look sharp! Just like dad did..." a sad expression flashed across her face,
"Let's not think about him for now, alright? Come on, we got a meeting to go to"
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"Hey, he looks handsome, is he dead?" A woman's voice said
"Don't poke him! You might hurt him more" an older man replied
"Look! Breathing! The man is alive!"
He awoke with everything in pain, mostly his stomach,
"W..why am I on the ground? What happened?" Winter sat up, his clothes a mess,
"How long were you passed out for, kid?" Domizio asked,
"I don't... remember" his throat was dry and he wanted to throw up.
"Mundy! Get the water, and maybe some food"
He looked up at them both, confused, but kindly took the water
"Bless you for the kindness" he awkwardly said.
Realization sinked in and Winter tried to stand quickly
"Abey?! Where is she?!" His legs buckled and he yelled in pain, regretting standing so fast
"Take it easy, slow down!" Domizio caught him quickly under his arms,
"Now, just relax. Why don't we start with your name?" Domizio calmly said, helping him stand
"You're tall" Milo commented
"Uh.. thanks" Winter didn't know how to react
"My name? Oh uh..." he had to think for a second
"Winter. Winter James Awanata"
Milo burst into laughter,
"Winter?! You're named a season?!" She snorted
"Ah, Native American I see, Ignore her, she could be quite rude sometimes" Domizio gave a disappointed look at her, her laughter died down
"My name is Domizio, Domizio Salvadore Alassandro Bencivenni, she's-"
"Milo. Milo Vince Edmond, you may call me Mundy" She smiled, interrupting Domizio.
His face flustered a bit.
"Have you seen anyone else around? A female perhaps?" Winter asked, they both looked eachother, then looked back at him, shaking their heads.
He looked down, disappointed
"May I ask, who are you looking for?"
Domizio looked at him concerned
"My sister... she was with me before... well, this."
He looked around, it was like a bomb hit the city and all hell broke loose.
"Funny lookin' eye you got there mate"
"Mundy! That's rude!"
"...I was just saying..." She took a few steps back
"Oh uh... I was born blind out of my left eye" he brought his hand up to touch his face, but hissed in pain
"Looks like you did some bad damage under your left eye, it ain't gonna heal well, mind grabbing me some cloth, Mundy?" She reached into her pack and pulled out some clean cloth and handed it to him, he carefully poured water over it.
Domizio stepped closer to Winter and brought his hand up under his chin, tilting Winter's head slightly.
"Keep still... I'm just gonna clean it a bit"
They were almost the same height, Winter couldn't help but stare into his eyes, even with an angry expression Domizio wore, his eyes looked so gentle, the hand under his chin held him carefully, like a child, Winter's face flushed, they were standing so close and their faces were very close, if Winter moved his face just a little closer...
"Okay, all done, that's as much as I could do"
Domizio smiled gently and stepped back.
"Thank you..." he looked down, a little embarrassed
Milo raised an eyebrow,
"I could've done that you know, I'm the trained medic here."
Domizio didn't reply.
"Okay...Well you might as well stick with us" she happily said
"Yes. We will help you find your sister, and maybe other survivors" Domizio gave a reassuring smile and put his hand on Winter's shoulder.
"Alright. And thanks again, Domizio and Milo"
"You can call me Mundy"
"Oh right... Mundy."
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As time went on, they continued talking
"So how old you are, kid?" Domizio asked
"No need to call me kid... I'm 27" the Italian smiled;
"Older than I thought, I'm 30, unlike Mundy, she's 24, still got her childlike entities" they both looked at her, she was walking quite ahead, looking on the ground and picking up random objects and examining them.
"So... are you guys...?" Winter bumped his arm,
Domizio laughed, "Together? Of course not, just partners" he smiled at Winter,
Winter gave a quiet sigh,
"Guys! Come look at this!" She yelled out, they walked quicker to where she was,
They all looked down, like large crumbs on the ground
"A trail?" Winter questioned
"Not just any trail, look" She bent down and picked some up,
"Bullet shells..." Domizio mumbled, crossing his arms
"They don't look that old, few days maybe?"
"Looks like a MP40"
"There's alot so they must've been running, but which direction?"
"Straight ahead, since you didn't see any back there, they must be going the same way we are"
Winter stepped back, confused on what they were talking about,
"Sorry to interrupt, but... what?"
Milo started laughing, "You git!"
Domizio put his hand on her shoulder,
"There may be others around here, they could be alive... or dead"
"Dead?"
"Boy you were out for a long time Season!" Milo laughed, putting a few bullet shells in her pocket.
"It's Winter..."
"Come on, I'll explain while we walk" Milo skipped along ahead again, resuming what she was doing.
"What was the last thing you remember, Winter?"
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