Early Mornings
Who: Jason, Ashley, Olena Where: Chicago, nearish the mall When: Early morning, week 4, Monday
Status: Closed/Completed Summary: While out relaxing, Jason hears people approaching. After a little taunting from him while he's invisible, he reveals himself to Olena and Ashley. In his paranoia, he decides they're here to steal his supplies, and there is some aggressive posturing from both sides before a display of power by Olena gets Jason to back off. He retreats, and the girls go on their way.
His eyes were closed, but he wasn't worried. He'd looked around a few minutes ago, as far as he could see, and had seen nothing. He was visible and dressed only in sweats (for ease of removal, if he had to), perched atop a mostly stable pile of rubble, smoking.
His supply of cigarettes was low. Oh, it would last him a few months or so, but he considered that low. He thought he might have to venture out of town to find a more stocked place ... but he was loathe to leave the relative safety and familiarity of the ruined city.
Here, he knew where to hide. Here, he knew where the roads ended, where there were holes, inclines, risky rocks. Here, there were places he knew like the back of his hand.
But out there ... who knew what was out there.
Jason inhaled slowly, holding the smoke before blowing it out in a stream. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around at the surface before shifting the focus of his eyes inward to scan the interior of the ruined buildings nearby. So far, so safe.
His eyes closed again, and he relaxed against his pile of rubble before stubbing the cigarette out. He'd stay here for a minute or so more, then head back inside.
How a minute turned into ten, he wasn't sure - he must have dozed off, or something - but his eyes snapped open ... had he just heard something?