Hunt the Hunter (Revised Version To Be Uploaded)

Morveight Border PT.2

~Shika~

"Welcome... To the Morveight Border."

I wasn't sure if Cameron was just pulling my leg, but there was no way this place should've been here. I mean, I know the war did a number on everything by taking things to eleven... and I mean everything.

But this was above and beyond.

Cameron didn't stop the bike until we had reached a sturdy looking slab. It looked out of place, a bone white flat structure against the cookie cracked, black ground. It was so out of place, but that didn't seem to bother Cameron as he got off the bike and slapped something onto my arm and held up mask.

"The wrist band will alert you whenever the environment becomes unfavorable." He said calmly while making sure both our gear was working, "When it alerts you of lightning storms and you don't have shelter, use common logic; become the smallest and shortest thing there. Always keep your mask on because toxins are carried by constantly changing wind direction and speed. Breathe it in and it'll melt your lungs from the inside out."

He looked up at my eyes and held my gaze for a second.

"You following?"

I nodded.

He got back on the bike, "Never stay out long enough for a twister to catch you, or you'll be done. Understand?"

Again, I nodded and I hopped on behind him. For all his talk of different hands of mother nature coming at us, he drove pretty slow, meaning we had plenty of time to pass the rare dead and withered trees and very frequent skeletons.

Clearly not a friendly neighborhood.

I remember the first time I met the team, Linda had mentioned supplies at the Morveight border. So, to my logic, Morveight was a town or a factory of some sort.

But how could anyone live in this waste of a wasteland?

Cameron said something over the com but I couldn't hear him properly, the masks distorting message. A beep sounded from Cameron's wrist but he didn't stop moving.

"Cameron, I think a warning just came on. Shouldn't we turn around?" I couldn't help the tone of anxiousness in my voice, but he still didn't stop.

We kept going straight until an ominous dark cloud was right above us. The lightning bolts were quite easily as big as a car and I sure as hell didn't want to get struck.

"Cameron if you don't turn this bike around I swear I'm gonna—"

"Stay at the door?" He asked.

"Huh?"

The barren wasteland had disappeared and we were in a fairly lit room. I was still on the bike and he was looking at me with one of his amused looks.

"You can never decide whether to keep your guard up around me or not, can you?" He stretched out a hand.

I huffed and got off on my own, "My guard is always up. You're unpredictable so it has to be."

I turned to look at him and almost bumped heads. He was in front of me, eyes like frozen bolts of lightning. His face was blank and calm. I, on the other hand, was trying to tame the winds from the four corners of the earth just to keep my face from heating up.

Stupid hormones.

"Mm hm."

He straightened up and started to walk away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My face felt disturbingly warm...

Aaargh!

Cameron turned around, "Do you want to keep the others waiting?"

A five minute walk and we were turning into a small room with a heavy steel door. Gosh I'm beginning to hate rooms like these.