Traveling To A Past Life

Homeward Bound

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Corl told Red everything. The cannibalism, the torture, and the death of his Red. It all left a bad taste in his mouth to know someone like that existed. He could only nod as he went on. Finally done, Corl looked over to Red. He wasn't too serious, but a part of him could never be too sure.

"You aren't like that, right? It's not a cursed name or anything?"

Red made an odd face.

"No, frankly it disturbs me... Almost want a new name."

Corl put a hand on his shoulder, but he was clearly tense. Red got up and loomed over Ross. He was out for the whole story, probably a good 30-40 minutes and it was getting worrying. Red never saw him pass out, just fight his way through a battle cry. A much more gentle hand met his back. He turned around to find the other man with a comforting closed smile. Corl sat up, he seemed to clearly understand him without speaking.

"He says your friend will be okay and it's better not to worry yourself."

Red raised a brow and smirked as he turned to the silent brunette.

"Well, don't you have a way with words."

Through a small chuckle, he makes a flirty-funny pose, hand over heart and other in the air like Shakespeare. The man looks at Corl and nods whilst gesturing to himself. Corl looks to Red.

"He wants you to know his name is Sub. He seems to trust you, oddly enough."

Red spoke with a strangely sad air.

"I wouldn't. But I guess I'm thankful, you could've killed me... You're a good person, Sub."

Red had never thought he could make someone smile the way Sub did. The genuine kindness and almost forgivingness in his smile created such a welcoming atmosphere. Red was going to question something specific until Ross moved slightly. Red quickly stood and kneeled beside him.

"Hey? You awake yet?"

Ross's eyes slowly opened and peered over towards the voice and rose slowly, eyes locked on him. He was skeptical of his surroundings, never certain of anything when he faints of fear. Something caused it, something CLEARLY threatening to him.

"Where are we? What happened when I went out?"

A small laugh escaped from Red as a wave a relief washed over him. He really wouldn't have known what to say if he had to drag Ross back unconscious. That and the light guilt of pushing him onwards. Red watched Ross jump back from the bed as he saw Corl and Sub.

"Why are they here!?"

Red held out his hands and stepped closer to him.

"It's okay, we're fine. There was a small miscommunication, but we're good now... You feel okay?"

Ross sat upright on the bed and looked around his surroundings.

"I... I guess so. Did you get anything while I was out?"

Red was confused at first, but quickly remembered the job they had. He gave a small smirk.

"You really think I would leave you alone right now?"

Ross was still watching the room and quickly glanced at the two men. Red let out a harsh breath and grabbed Ross's shoulders.

"They're cool. I got to know more on why they wanted to attack us; it was a big misunderstanding."

Ross huffed and stood up, pushing Red's hand away.

"Red, there are no misunderstandings that involve people in the ZOMBIE APOCOLYPSE to shoot first and ask questions later!"