Wasteland

Ash

Why did I let him have a horse, why? why did I do this? What am I doing?

Anyway, we caught a grey horse who Junk fell in love with, he adores her, he's been occupied all day. Just giggling and messing around with her. Blackjack seems relived that Jamison is leaving him alone, for once. Ash is what he called her, kind of fits with the grey coat and isn't afraid of bombs blowing up nearby. Even if he is annoying... We kind of need each other. Well... he needed me in this situation. 

Something must of happened to the groove he was working in, because it caught a blaze. I noticed the smoke and got on Blackjack and ran in, no plan, just an objective and a crazy idea. The forest was collapsing around me, smoke erupting in and out. That's when I hear the wail, the cry of pain and yelping is enough to ring through the chaos. I look around before a tree falls near me and Blackjack and he runs off, straight forward. Exactly where the sound is. I tug on his reins and he halts, rearing a few times. I get off and slide on my knees to the tree Jamison's caught under. 

I try shoving it, it burns and is way to heavy. "C'mon! Dammit!" I growl, my whole arm stings but I'll deal with the burns later, "Just go! I'll handle this on my own! They want me dead anyway!" He yelps, Blackjack tries using his rear legs to kick it off, "I ain't leaving you, nobody left behind, dammit!" I cry. I keep trying to get the log off, I slip onto my side. Blackjack ties his reins and begins to slowly, but efficiently pull the log off. Within 30 minutes, he has Junkrat out. I grab him, hop onto Blackjack and get the hell out. When we reach the hide out, I try tending to his burns. "Who tried to kill you, anyway?" I ask, "who doesn't want to kill me?" he groans as I apply medicine to his burns.

I blush and smile as I say this, "Me." I say as I fluff his hair up a bit. He smiles and sits up so I can attend to the ones on his stomach and neck, facing the front. "Where's hog?" I ask, he shrugs, "he went to go deal with something..." he sighs, "Since we're alone-" I grab one of the straps that attach his rip tire to him and press my lips to his. I pull my lips away, smirking. "You smell like a gas station." I tease, "You ain't doing much better ya self, babe." he teases back. 

Blackjack trots in, snorting and tugging at Junks hair. "Owww! Cut it out you bloody drongo!" Junk snaps, trying to push him off, "Okay, Blackjack, down." I giggle, pushing him back a bit. Black trots off around and messes around with Ash who constantly tugs at his tail. 

I go and rest on the couch we have upstairs, tired. 

Must of dozed off pretty long cause I don't remember sharing the sofa with Jamison.