[A lot had happened on the last couple of days. From his crazy escape with Brenda, to whatever it was that he was made to drink (still very pointedly not thinking about that) before entering that "party", to one of the most... out-of-this-world situations he had ever been in, to getting a car and actually traveling in it, there was a lot to occupy his mind.
However, in this trip break they had taken, at the outskirts of the city, something else had come to his thoughts.
It was unexpected; they had decided to set a sort of camp next to a fallen, abandoned building in such a way that they could have the car there, too. Everyone had their roles from then on: making a fire, preparing the bedding, cooking something to eat, standing watch and looking around their surroundings to scavenge for things to take for the rest of the trip. Thomas and Minho had ended up with the last task.
The idea was simple-- Just do what you do best. Walk around, try not to get lost, have a flashlight with you at all times, avoid one-way places in case you find cranks and need to escape. Once they were done, they were meant to come back, have their part of the meal and get some rest.
So far, so good.
Yet, in the middle of looking around what seemed to have once been a coffee shop, a sudden movement of the hand holding Thomas' flashlight made it point towards Minho's back and a thought that he had filed away, a few hours ago, suddenly came back with a vengeance.
What was that?
It was barely noticeable, just creeping out of his jacket, slightly, up towards his neck, but it was definitely there and Thomas was sure he had seen it too, when Minho leaned closer to him, when he had woken up before.
Frowning, Thomas approached him, the hand with the flashlight taking a hold of the other boy's arm, to keep him from moving away, while the other went, nonchalantly, to the collar of the back of his jacket and shirt, pulling both of them down about as much as he could without choking him.
What he saw, even with the dim light, made his eyes widen.]
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However, in this trip break they had taken, at the outskirts of the city, something else had come to his thoughts.
It was unexpected; they had decided to set a sort of camp next to a fallen, abandoned building in such a way that they could have the car there, too. Everyone had their roles from then on: making a fire, preparing the bedding, cooking something to eat, standing watch and looking around their surroundings to scavenge for things to take for the rest of the trip. Thomas and Minho had ended up with the last task.
The idea was simple-- Just do what you do best. Walk around, try not to get lost, have a flashlight with you at all times, avoid one-way places in case you find cranks and need to escape. Once they were done, they were meant to come back, have their part of the meal and get some rest.
So far, so good.
Yet, in the middle of looking around what seemed to have once been a coffee shop, a sudden movement of the hand holding Thomas' flashlight made it point towards Minho's back and a thought that he had filed away, a few hours ago, suddenly came back with a vengeance.
What was that?
It was barely noticeable, just creeping out of his jacket, slightly, up towards his neck, but it was definitely there and Thomas was sure he had seen it too, when Minho leaned closer to him, when he had woken up before.
Frowning, Thomas approached him, the hand with the flashlight taking a hold of the other boy's arm, to keep him from moving away, while the other went, nonchalantly, to the collar of the back of his jacket and shirt, pulling both of them down about as much as he could without choking him.
What he saw, even with the dim light, made his eyes widen.]