Blue is the new Red

Shelter

  The hum of the teleporter faded in his ears as he took in his surroundings. Azmuth said he would warp him to a part that didn't get much surveillance, yet wasn't completely detached from sentient life altogether. His mentor had told him that he would warp him to such a place because he wanted Albedo to create a team, as going about his business alone was too dangerous. He may be intellectually superior, but he lacked much physical strength. Albedo scanned the area, spotting some rubble from a building and moving to it. 

  Best he start getting long-term supplies now. As he approached the rubble, he found a broken down vehicle of which he believed was called an RV. Slightly cautious, he dared a peek inside. Empty. Phew. Maybe he could use this as shelter. Seemed safe enough. The inside of the RV was intact and rather well-kept for a vehicle in post-apocalyptic Earth. That was rather concerning, as it meant someone had probably been in the area before. Considering all the usable materials were still there, someone else had to be living in the RV, without a doubt. Maybe they were friendly?  

Probably not, he figured. Logically, they wouldn't care if he entered the vehicle as long as he doesn't take anything, so he's fine. At least he hoped so. He tried the door. Locked. Oh well. He was about to leave when something shiny glistened in the corner of his eye. He looked down to find an overturned rock. No, it wasn't a real rock, it was a false one, a false one that had a key. Albedo plucked the spare key from the false rock, dropping the rock. He tried using the key with the lock. Click! Success! He swiftly looked around and pocketed the spare key before going inside, first noticing the slightly homey feel, almost like he'd be safe in the RV, no matter what was going on. He locked the door just in case, just now realizing the shades were added on recently, there being no conceivable way the RV would ever be sold with rods like that. So someone had been using it after all, or at the very least intended to do so. 

He looked around the RV, taking note of the curtain at the front and the curtain at the back, the bunk beds, a bathroom, a kitchen, some radios, and a booth. Such a vehicle could be used for comfortable long-term traveling living space for about three. He really hoped the current resident -if there was anyone at all- was fine with sharing. It had the space for two, no doubt. Perfect living space. He went over to the bunk beds and brushed the bottom bunk off so he could sit down. No dust or dirt, warm. Someone had been here very recently. Recently enough to have either slept or taken a long nap, that or simply lounging. He remembered that the sun was already going down when he got here, and the thought of sleeping made him drowsy. Jet lag of sorts? Most likely. The door was locked, wasn't it? He'd be fine if he slept for a little bit. 

Albedo slipped off his backpack, suddenly finding his eyelids getting rather heavy. Then he yawned. Curse his human form, he used to be able to stay up for weeks without sleep, but alas, humans require quite a bit of sleep to function, more than most species. A weakness, if he ever heard one. Three days is the max for staying up, then the body knocks you out without warning, no matter your current task or whereabouts. After that, it just gets harder and harder to actually stay up again. He'd rather listen to his body and sleep than deal with that, thank you. He promptly flopped onto the mattress, which was surprisingly comfortable. Maybe that was because he was tired. Who knows? Who cares ? Albedo curled up and drifted off into sleep, not even considering who might be there when he woke up.

Not considering that he might even get killed during the night.