Jᴏʜɴ Pᴏʟɪᴛᴀɴᴏ → Jᴏʜɴ Pᴏʟɪᴅᴏʀɪ (cureforpain) wrote in damnationhill, @ 2015-03-09 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: john sciarra, character: rebecca white, date: 04.03.11 |
The end is extremely fucking nigh
Who: Becca and Sciarra
What: Checking out the utility tunnel
When: April 3
Where: Swedish Hospital, tunnel off the ER
Warning: Violence ahoy!
Status: In progress
Sciarra let Becca go ahead of him down the stairs. He was still exhausted, but he'd had plenty of practice at pulling up some extra energy to tackle one more job. It always came from somewhere when he needed it. One day he'd draw on those hidden reserves and find that they'd finally gone dry, and that would be the day that something would finally kill him. He couldn't say that he was looking forward to it or that he no longer cared, but he felt like it was a fair, equitable arrangement between himself and the universe. You keep going until you can't, and those are just the rules of the game. For now, just get this over with, and then you can lie down. It won't be long.
It won't be long. That was a Beatles song, and he could only remember the chorus, no looking up the lyrics on the internet anymore. No looking anything up — they were just stuck with whatever remained lodged in their memories. One day, if he ever had a kid in this nightmare, he'd be rocking the poor little bastard to sleep with half-remembered pop songs as if they were nursery rhymes. Three blind mice. Hickory dickory dock. Can't buy me love. If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it. To the window, to the wall.
Not that there were going to be any kids. That was a good thing.
"I feel like one of us should be saying, 'Because it's really obviously a shit idea,'" he said as they threaded their way through the halls of the ER, quoting from 28 Days Later in a passable Cillian Murphy accent. "Probably me, I'm the type. If we see a flood of rats we turn back, right?" He knocked on the plywood that the survivors had put up over the ER's windows, and made a superstitious Italian gesture with his other hand, a lot like a heavy metal fan throwing up the horns. "Sorry, shit, I shouldn't say stuff like that and jinx us."