forum “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (O/O)

Started September 01, 2019 by @MusicElle-is-here

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“No, I don’t,” she admitted, looking into his eyes, honest now. She looked so fragile in that moment, like a porcelain doll that could break at any moment. “I wish I did. Maybe we can find someone who does?”

"Your friend. That one we visited to learn the location of the club? Would she know?" He asked slowly, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“I don’t know…” she whispered, her senses all focused on the spot where he was touching her face. “She might.” She coughed again. “Or maybe one of the people at the club might know. Someone has to, right?”

He nodded. "Do you want me to go talk to her? You can't come. Not like this." He said, fingers lingering against her skin, for a reason that even he wasn't sure of.

Allie pursed her lips defiantly, but she didn’t argue this time. “That’s probably a good idea,” she admitted, though if she were being honest she was a bit reluctant for him to leave.

Logan nodded. "You need to keep your gun ready, just in case that girl comes back while I'm gone." he said softly, standing and looking down at her. "I'll be as fast as possible."

Allie sighed, looking up at him. Despite her frail appearance, her eyes still sparkled like gems, showing that she wasn’t completely out of it. She gave Logan a weak smile. “Be careful,” she offered.

Logan smiled back. "I will be." he ducked out of the room, leaving the house. He still had his gun. Walking quickly, he headed towards where her friend lived.

Allie sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. The coughing was finally stopping, or so she hoped, but she still felt weird. She slowly began to drift to sleep.

Logan kept walking. He eventually arrived at the place, and went inside. "Hello?" he called.

"Who's there?" asked a girl's voice. The girl herself was hidden in the shadows, but her dark gaze seemed like a searchlight as she took in the familiar-looking boy.

"It's Logan. I was with Allie the other day?" Logan said slowly. "Uhm…She caught that coughing sickness. Do you have any idea of a doctor or something?"

She stepped out of the shadows. “I don’t owe you any favors,” she replied, wrinkling her upturned nose. “I’m not the one to ask. But I do know someone who can help. His name is Hugo, and he lives in what used to be a suburb, in the purple house.”

Logan nodded. "Alright. Thank you. And…we ran into a girl. Earlier. She claimed she was your sister? I think?" He said slowly.

Rita frowned. “Did she tell you her name? I do have a sister, but she kind of went off the deep end after the invasion and I haven’t seen her in weeks.”

"Yeah, but…I don't remember it." Logan replied. "She was yelling and screaming at the both of us. Just…complete nonsense."

Rita sighed. “She won’t listen to common sense. There’s not exactly any medication lying around to help her. Anyway, you should go talk to Hugo and leave me alone, thank you very much.”

Logan nodded. "Alright thanks." He went to the door, then paused. "Wait, where in the suburbs?" He asked, turning.

“Only a couple of blocks from here. The house is bright purple because the lady who lived there was really weird. You can’t miss it,” she explained.

"Alright." He replied, and left, looking for the purple house. He hummed softly as he walked.

Meanwhile Allie slept fitfully, her dreams all turning into nightmares before she woke up and tried to fall asleep again. She missed Logan, even though he hadn’t been gone long.

Logan found the purple house and knocked on the door. Please answer. I want to get back to Allie.

After a few moments the door opened to reveal a Hispanic guy who looked to be in his mid-thirties, wearing clothes that looked like he had just picked them up off of the floor and a slightly dreamy expression. “Hello? May I help you?” he asked, studying Logan quizzically.

(i gtg to bed now. Good night!)

"Yeah, uhm…Rita sent me?" He said slowly. "I'm looking for a doctor or something. For my friend. She has that coughing sickness."

(night!)

“I don’t know how much I can help, but I am the only one around here who seems to have an ounce of medical knowledge, so I suppose I can take a look,” he drawled, with a tinge of a Southern accent. “Name’s Hugo, what’s yours?”

"Logan." Logan replied, nodding. "Can you come with me, then? Or do I have to bring her here?" he asked, looking at the other male.

“I can come,” he said mildly. He glanced behind him. “Mathilda can take care of the others while I’m gone. She’s my second in command.” Louder, to whoever was inside, he added,”I’m going to take a look at a case of coughing! I’ll be back soon!”

Logan nodded, and went to the edge of the house's lawn to wait. At least he's willing to help. He thought. I just hope he doesn't figure out who and what I am… He swallowed.

Soon enough Hugo joined him. “Okay, lead the way my friend,” he said, like he was used to people listening to him.

Logan nodded, and started walking back to where Allie was. He really hoped that Hugo could help. He didn't want to lose Allie, he had just met her.