•sequel to glitched•
Two years after the destruction of the Machine (and in turn, the destruction of the world as we know it) humankind has adapted to survive- forming large gangs that were constantly at war with one another in the fight for food a...
A/N I am on a roll hehe. lol I get so proud of myself when I don't have writers block, because so often recently its decided to show up. Although I need to update "To Pop A Bubble" more often.
But here's your daily quote my people
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••• District_45 year 02 post great shock •••
Chelsie POV
"Where is Finn!?" I asked desperately, grabbing the arm of a random passerby who gave me an odd look, wrenching out of my grip and continuing on their way.
"Oh God." Where had he gotten off to... someone could have taken him! He could eat something and choke! He could have fallen into a fire! Panic arose in my chest. "Finn! Finn!" I called, earning stares from the other Rattlers.
Just as I was ready to start digging through people's sacks for my son I heard his giggles from nearby.
Relief flooded my mind, but a tinge of the panic still remained. "Finn...?" I followed the sound of his laughter, all the way to where a curtain hung- separating Vince's sleeping quarters from the rest of camp. Tentatively I pushed the curtain aside, relaxing at once when I saw my baby was okay.
Vince was nowhere to be seen, but Finn sat on top of his blankets, shredding the petals off of flowers (who knows where he got those).
"You silly boy," I sighed, scooping him up into my arms and tickling his tummy with a laugh. Finn giggled, throwing the flower down. I looked around the makeshift room. Apart from the flower petals strewn all over Vince's bed everything seemed to be in order...
I debated clearing the petals off the blankets, but decided not to risk it. After all, I wouldn't want to be caught in here. The other Rattlers had made it pretty clear that you didn't invade Vince's space, and I was more than happy to comply.
I made sure no one was watching before slipping through the curtain and carrying Finn over to our sleeping space, setting him on the blanket and handing him a wooden train Tasha had carved for him a few days ago. He took it, banging it against a nearby rock. I sighed. At the rate he destroyed toys it was a wonder I ever had anything to keep him entertained.
"Can someone make that baby stop the racket?" Somebody growled from nearby. My eyes landed on the speaker, a bald headed man with brawn to spare. "I'm sorry," I said quickly, taking the train out of Finn's hands and giving him a scrap of cloth instead. He wasn't very happy about that.
"Please please please don't cry..." I begged, his face already crumbling. But once he started there was no stopping. Finn's round blue eyes filled with tears and he began to wail. Loud, piercing wails.
"I said to shut him up, not make it louder!" The guy barked, glaring in my direction.
"I'm trying!" I said with frustration, offering my baby the train again. He wasn't interested, taking the carving and throwing it, crying even louder.
