Outside Of Life [WayHaught]

Glow Sticks

"Where did you guys find all this stuff? It wasn't all in the bunker, was it?" Waverly gazed at the array of tech sat on the concrete block in front of her. There were walkie-talkies, ropes of various lengths, hiking bags, backpacks, grappling hooks, different shapes and sizes of tools, and even a small pile of glow sticks. "I mean glow sticks, guys, really? Where on earth did you find glow sticks?!"

Wynonna put a hand on her sister's shoulder and passed her a rucksack. "There's a lot more of this out there, baby girl, which is why we do it."

"And to find a cure," Sergeant Dolls said, loading a fresh mag into his pistol. "The cure is our top priority but supplies like tinned food or weapons are always useful."

"Do not forget, Dolls, that we are also on the lookout for any poor souls left behind; the type of folk that could be needing our help."

"Hurray, we all have something heroic to say," Wynonna said, barging between Doc and Dolls to grab a pair of walkie-talkies. "Now can we get a move on 'cause I want to be back before dinner and I'm already hungry."

"What they're trying to say," Sergeant Haught took a step towards Waverly, handing her a shotgun. "Is that everything we do as an Outsider is important, and partly what keeps everyone inside the wall alive."

Waverly nodded slowly, taking the shotgun and loading it. "I get it, really I do. I'm just excited to be doing something other than being at Shorty's. Don't get me wrong, I love working there, but I also want to do something meaningful. Something that helps."

"Serving whiskey helps me, baby girl, but I get it," Wynonna handed her a walkie-talkie and grinned. "You know how to use one of these, yeah?"

The younger Earp nodded. "I think I remember." She pressed a button on the side and rambled on in Latin, surprising both Doc and Dolls at the same time. "That was Latin for I'm totally amazeballs."

"Atta girl, angel pants," Wynnona said into her walkie-talkie, heading out of the door with her backpack rammed full of kit, though the odd clunk sounded more like a bottle of whiskey than a bottle of water.

"See you around, bacon donut," Waverly laughed and finished putting some rope into her own backpack before heading out of the door after her sister.

"Hey, Waverly?"

The younger Earp put her head around the door at Sergeant Haught. "Yeah?"

"Try not to worry about her. Wynonna, I mean. She seems reckless out there but she knows what she's doing, even if it doesn't look like it at the time."

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Sergeant."

"Oh and Waverly?"

The Earp girl put her head around the door again, still beaming with excitement.

"Call me Nicole ok? We're all equals on this team; my badge means nothing outside of the city."

Waverly nodded slowly and gazed at the Sergeant's cap pin. The tiny blue cross carried so much meaning and respect within the walls but, thinking about it, why would zombies take note of a hat pin? "Makes sense," she said. "See you at the wall, Nicole." She dragged out the Sergeant's name, almost playing with the sound of it. Then, just for a moment, she thought she saw the Sergeant blush a little.

"Yeah, see you at the wall," Nicole said, packing even more kit into a hiking bag no smaller than Waverly herself.