we just want sleep, but this night is hell {open

[xeatblackclouds]

This is over when I say it's over.
This is a lesson in procrastination.
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.

Looks like she was on her own again. Delilah walked down the street, cigarette in hand. The good thing about the apocalypse is that she would never be ID'd for a pack of cigarettes ever again. She could just go into any store as she pleased and take anything she wanted. This was actually great. Clothes, food, alcohol, cigarettes. Sometimes she would even come across stashes of weed and other drugs in houses she went through. But what did any of this matter if you were all alone?

She continued her way down the street, sort of half dragging her feet as she went. Lilah never drove anywhere. What was the point? Time didn't count to her anymore. She didn't NEED to be anywhere. Whenever she was going anywhere she could just walk, she was in no hurry to be bored. If anything walking kept her sane. The only bad thing about walking alone out here was that if anything were to happen, if she were to come across some raiders, she would be screwed without her brother to protect her. Lets face it- she's a tiny little girl. That alone made her vulnerable.

She smoked her cigarette as she walked. Where was she walking to? She didn't know. Got nowhere to be, got no one to see. She stopped, and sat down on a curb on the side of the road, finishing the rest of her cigarette. "Ugh." She pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them. What was she going to do? She couldn't just sit there and chain smoke her cigarettes, she didn't have much left and didn't want to make another trip to get another pack.

Delilah closed her eyes, letting the wind blow through her hair. It was warm outside, which was strange for the time of year. She thought about life and death. hen she opened her eyes, only to notice a church across the street from where she was huddled up. She was never the type to be religious, but right now, she didn't know what to believe in. She slowly stood up, brushing off excess gravel from her backside. Maybe she would find god, or something, maybe a sign as to why she was still here. that's what she really needed. She needed to know why the hell she was still standing, and why she didn't die along with everyone else.

She walked across the street, still dragging her feet. She walked up the front walkway, and opened the large front doors to the church. Shew didn't even bother closing them behind her. The church was falling apart. Everything looked beaten and old. Delilah made her way down the main isle, and sat in a phew, looking to the front of the church at a huge cross. Religion was never her thing, so she didn't pray or anything like that. She just sat there with blank thoughts. Nope, still no sign.

I ignore it and it ignores me too.
What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older.
It's failure by design.

[Jason Love,,]

Jason Love,, ♥

"Jesus Christ, this crazy fuckers got a huge fuckin' knife! Someone help! HELP!" The raider rushed down the street, a bloody wound already hacked into his shin bone. He limped, grasping a rifle that was being used to hold him up, the ammo already used in blind fire on Jason. The raider stumbled, fell, and crashed to the ground, tears already streaming down his face. He was around 20 or younger, wild reckless, enjoying the deadened world like it was all some big game. Jason, who walked slowly up the street, had the bloody kukri slung over his back. Of course, he did not get out of it uninjured. A wound was bleeding from his shoulder, where a bullet had planted itself deep in his flesh when he spooked the raider from behind. The lad had more experience with guns than Jason had judged. But sure enough, the rest of the raiders clip of ammo was shot aimlessly away like candy, mostly just for noise rather than actual damage.

Jason was now advancing on the raider, his eyes seemingly emotionless as he stepped closer. The raider sputtered, blood still pouring about him like water from a fountain. "Please don't kill me man, I'm sorry, really I am. Please, let me go." Jason stood over him, grunting softly from the pain in his shoulder before his hand shifted on the blade's handle, his arm raising above his head in a position that would normally be seen with an axe raised to split a log in half. But the target was instead the raider's head, and Jason paused, studying the fear ridden eyes, considering. His gaze swept up the raiders shattered leg, his bleeding wound. The raider looked hopeful for a moment, before Jason's hand twitched only slightly, and the blade came crashing down. His hazel eyes averted their gaze as the sickening crack of bone filled the air like a gun shot, the raider's body laying limp and still as blood colored the road a pretty burgundy.

Jason heaved the blade out of the bloody mess, bending and plucking at the raider's mangled shirt, he cleaned the blade till it no longer had the paint of blood on it. He sheathed it then, sighed and wincing in a single twist of his facade as the pain returned in his shoulder. A quick shake of his head, and he pushed it down for a while as he knelt to searched the raider's body. Nothing much he dreaded as all he could find was some old cigarettes, a few useless coins, and written notes. Too bad he didn't smoke, Jason thought as he stood up straight and cast his gaze around. Somewhere on a building, a raven croaked. Obviously, it craved the blood, not caring that it belonged to a human.

A smile picked at his lips, neither sane nor deranged as he walked past the bird's call. He walked towards the church, wondering if the house of god would peace his mind, rid his hands of blood that he had spilt. The raiders death had been out of good intentions, Jason knowing full well that he would have been dead within hours if left alive. The virus tended to pick off injured ones faster, he had seen it happen. His hand went to the bullet wound in his shoulder, stopping the bleeding as he walked through the doors of the church. The pain dulled his senses as he sat down in a pew closest to him, not even sensing the presence of the other.

He bent down slowly, finding his shoe as he reached within it and grabbed hold of the cool metal of the switchblade that was kept there. Flipping the razor sharp blade out, he stifled a manic laugh as he pulled off his bloodied jacket, feeling the pain etch down his arm like a bolt of electricity. Joy, joy to the world that I still feel pain, for it only means how more alive I am, he thought silently as he dug the tip of the switchblade into the bullet wound, the pain making his eyes water. It was only well that he chuckled, taking his mind away from the pain as he finally fished out the bullet. It clunked to the ground, leaving a nice sized hole where it was drawn from. The blood leaked from his shoulder now, spilling like a hole in a pipe. He wiped the switch blade off on his pants, placing it beside him.

Inside his jacket, he produced the small medical kit, from which he took a small bottle of disinfectant, a sewing needle, and some fishing line. His medical kit wasn't very professional, but at least it helped keep the virus away. Dabbing a bit of his jacket's cleaner part with the disinfectant, he pressed it down hard on the bleeding wound. It stung horrible, making him stamp his foot. The alcohol in it would wash away any dirt the bullet had on it, making it cleaner to sew up. After that, he threaded the needle. He pulled the book of matches from his pocket, striking one and holding it under the needle point till it burned out. Then quickly, pushing the edges of the wound together, he struck in deep with the needle. This he was used to, having many wounds to sew up from previous run in with raiders, it didn't hurt as much as the alcohol.

His quick fingers made easy work of the wound, sewing it straight and tightening the knot at the end, chewing the excess sting off and putting away his supplies. He sighed, tired from the stress of work and leaning back to rest his head against the back of the pew. The flutter of soft wings made his eyes open, spotting the small pigeons that roosted above. His voice murmured as he mumbled slowly to them, not really forming words but sounds that cooed as if he was one of their own kind. His voice finally found words as he whispered gently to them,

"Oh little darlins', the joy that chases away the insanity that you bring to me will always made the killings much easily to live through, at least you understand."

His eye closed as he settled into silence, hand grasping the switchblade as his ears picked up the sound of breathing that wasn't him. He remained still, fully knowing that being injured and tired, he was weak in this state. His eyes slowly opened, his head only slightly turning as he gazed about the church, looking for the other human that shared the space. Being too caught up with his thoughts had tampered his senses, making it easy for him to not pay any attention to the feeling of another close by. His hazel eyes watched carefully, waiting for the human to show itself, knowing that by now the other was probably already very certain of his presence.

[xeatblackclouds]

Delilah had moved into the corner of the church, sitting in a phew close to the wall. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and rested her head on her knees. She really didn't understand why out of all places she could be that she chose this place. It wasn't like it had any significant meaning to her. It was just where she decided to rest her head. That's all. She hated being alone, and strangely being here made her feel less alone and more alive.

Her head shot up at the sound of the doors opening. A young man walked in all bloodied up. Delilah kept still. He hadn't seen her yet. What if it was a raider? She was cornered. She was fucked if he saw her. She decided she would play quiet until he saw her. Her heart raced and her hands shook. She looked around near her for another exit out of the church, but it seemed there was none.

She kept her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped tight around them. She watched as he de-bulleted himself, and stitched himself up. That made Delilah cringe. He still hadn't noticed her. She wasn't even sure if he was a raider, it was really hard to tell. He was just fixing himself with a home-made medical kit.

It was actually kind of disgusting wht he was doing to fix himself up. Delilah stared at him in awe, she couldn't help it. Eyes wide open, jaws dropped. Still, he had yet to notice her, but then again maybe he wouldn't. She was kind of sort of hidden but not. If he looked hard enough he could see her back.

Lilah decided she was going to wait it out, she occasionally glanced over and looked at him until he finished sewing up his arm. She silently thanked god he'd stopped. She was really on the verge of gagging; blood wasn't her thing.

She sat still, glancing back and forth from him to the front of the church. He was injured, so maybe if she made a run for it he wouldn't even bother with her. No, that was rediculous. Delilah is only 5'3 and 115 pounds; she stood no chance. No chance. Usually she had her brother to protect her, but lately he hadn't been around.

Delilah watched as he closed his eyes. She let out a long sigh, which probably wasn't a smart idea. She looked over as the young mans eyes opened up, looking around. She didn't know what to do.

Not thinking, she just blurbed out, "I wasn't spying on you or anything, but you just came in and I, I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed quiet... Please don't kill me." Spoken like a seventeen year old girl. If he was a raider, he definitely would kill her. Again, she debated on making a run for it, and again she stood still.

[Jason Love,,]

The wired tense of his muscles steadied as the silence was broken by the voice of a young girl. Relaxed by the sound of her fright, he tucked the folded blade in his pocket. Although, still wary, he stood up and gazed about the pews, his eyes finally finding her after a second. Hazel eyes studied her before a slight smile peeked from the corners of his mouth. He stepped out of the pews isle, his hands raised to show he had no weapon at reach as he walked towards her down the center isle. His voice rumbled reassuringly, almost as if he were talking to a wounded animal rather than a human,

"Easy there love, I wouldn't have harmed ya even if you were a raider,"

He paused only a little bit away, at the second pew away from her. His hand fiddled with the cord around his neck, touching at the rabbits tail that was tied at its end as he watched her with a slightly amused manor. Shifting on his lankly limbs, his limps fully carved into a smile as he purred in a friendly voice,

"My names Jason."

His hands went into his pockets, shifting, he lent against the pews side. Eyes traveled away from her for a second, watching the birds that fluttered in the churches highest points. Darting about like a kittens gaze, he could not help but let his eyes always travel back to the young girl. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen another person in a while, maybe it was because he was just weird like that. Though, maybe the predatory poise of his actions, like a cat toying with a mouse, made him act as such. Humans were a wonder to him ever since he lost his wits and started to understand the songs of the birds that flew over his head. His facade changed slightly, now fully intent on watching her without the slightest hint that it was a strange habit.

The gray in his hazel eyes was apart as sterling in a vein of copper. The silence was only stirred with the sound of the wind slowly dragging through the building, ruffling about Jason's hair as it made its way past him.