Raizon: The Following (Updates Friday's)

Radio | 1

CH 1

PRESENT

A singular huff of irritation could be heard, and furious clicking noises followed soon after. "Fucking hell," I grumbled, tossing my tool aside. I glared angrily at the radio in my hands. Repairs no the device were not going well. I wasn't cut out for this shit; I hated technology with a passion.

"What's up M? You got that sour look on your face again. Someone piss in your provisions?" A middle-aged man with a full-length beard came to stand next to me.

"I can't fix the damn radio," I said with a grumble, pushing the piece of garbage into the bearded man, Klien's, arms. He chuckled as he looked at it, messing with it. "Have at it," I huffed. "Things a piece of shit,"

"Now now," Klien said with a huff of his own, focusing on the radio in his hands. "I've seen this before, it's easy," He said as he worked his magic on it. Soon the radio started to crackle static, having begun working again.

I groaned and stomped away. "Whatever man- I hate anything with electricity," I huffed.

"It comes in pretty handy, especially when you up and disappear," Klien said with a grin.

I gave him a look before I started looking through the shelves of the abandoned store once more. "Yeah yeah," I said with the shake of my head. "You're not my mom so I don't see what the big deal is,"

Klien switched off the crackling radio and put it into his bag, also searching through the shelves now. "You're a pretty important guy to us all, Mikael," he said honestly. "We'd have died a couple of times now if not for you,"

Not even bothering to look his way, I ignored the compliment and picked up a box. It displayed bright green grass and what looked to be a dog on the front. I had never seen a dog myself but I knew what they were. Well, actually I had seen some sort of canine creature before but it certainly didn't look like the friendly puppy on the box.

"Those are dog treats, you should put those back. Likely expired anyway," Klien advised.

"What if they're still good?" I mused, opening the box. If it was edible why not? Sometimes we were low on food... you never know when you'd need to resort to something as low as this. That's just how survival worked.

"We're not gonna eat dog treats M," Klien said with an exasperated sigh. "Not even thinking about it,"

I scoffed and tossed them back on the shelf, continuing my searching through the bare store. Klien wasn't done talking though as he followed me around obnoxiously. "I was serious about what I said, M. You're mighty important to us,"

"Yeah, I know. It's pretty useful to have a freak around that can save your life all the time," I grumbled.

"Well that of course, but we all really appreciate you, even if some of us are a bit... harsh on you..." Klien was struggling to explain those of their group that hated my guts.

"Oh yeah? Harsh huh? I think I'd say beating the shit out of me is a bit worse than just Harsh," I said with disdain.

"You know they were just scared and angry..." Klien tried to reason. "It wasn't okay and they were dealt with..."

I grabbed a garden shovel and looked at it before tossing it back on the shelf. Was there anything useful here? "Angry because they're so privileged. They think because I can save a few that I have to save everyone. I can't," I said with the shake of my head, turning down another aisle to which Klien followed yet again.

"People get emotional in moments like that... none of us like losing each other,"

"Well, they're about to lose me," I grumbled.