WHO: Mick and Ray WHAT: Scavenging for parts WHERE: Couple miles away from Alexandria WHEN: A week after the Saviors raid RATING: TBD
The days were getting longer, which meant summer was on it's way. For that, at least, Mick could feel grateful about. Everything else? Well, not so much. It had been a week since the Saviors had come and pillaged their town and taken their guns, and Mick was still fuming at being on the receiving end of things. He wasn't the type who got things stolen from him, he was the stealing type!
It wasn't like Mick had a lot of valuable possessions to begin with, least of all these days. His heatgun however, was just about the only thing he'd been able to hold onto since the start of all this. It was more than just his favorite toy, it was a lifeline. Though he should have known better than to get attached to it. Things he attached himself to always had a way of slipping through his fingers sooner or later; a fact he'd learned long before the dead took over.
The realization made him question other things he was attached to..for example, people. He'd only really cared for a handful of people in his life. In fact, he could probably fit them all on one hand. Caring about people was a weakness he'd never been able to afford. Yet here he was, surrounded by a bunch of cowards who wouldn't stand up for themselves because of his attachment to Ray. His placement of loyalties completely conflicting with his nature. If he'd been on his own, there wouldn't have been anything stopping him from striking a deal with the Saviors leader and switching sides. The thought having slowly eaten away at him everyday since. Was he losing his touch? Was caring for Haircut making him weak, just like he feared?
Instead of sitting on his hands like everyone else, waiting for the Saviors to come back, Mick set out with Ray in search of parts for a new weapon. The man had made his previous one, he could do it again, right? Even if he couldn't, it was still nice being outside the walls for a while. Suburban life, even with how things were now, was still a bit of a culture shock for Mick.
"So what are we looking for?" Mick asked his partner as he parked the jeep they'd taken from Alexandria just outside what was left of a Home Dept. Slipping on his black gloves, he reached into the back to grab a crowbar before stepping out of the car, killing the roamer walking past them with ease.