Neil Edward Bernhart (neilbernhart) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2009-09-24 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | innes calder, neil bernhart |
Who: Innes and Neil
What: Some serious man-on-man action. Except. Not.
Where: Outside the current rebel hidey hole
When: Early morning
Rating: PG-13 probably
Status: In progress
Neil had a lot of reasons to find himself unable to sleep. All the refugees did. They weren’t on some cheerful summer vacation, after all; it went without saying that a thousand ghouls and goblins would be fighting for top billing in the Never-Ending Insomnia Show. Of all those internal issues, the one Neil never really saw coming was the changing of the seasons. The temperature was dropping and the rustle of leaves was sounding crisper by the day, and who the fuck would think ‘Hey, PERFECT excuse not to sleep?’
Oh, that’s right. Nobody.
Sleeplessness was generally something he accepted, but that evening he found it to be a goddamn annoyance. As entertaining as it was to imagine a flock of zombie sheep hopping a fence in order to attack an incapacitated Ted, his eyelids never grew any heavier. He eventually admitted defeat, slipped his sneakers back on, and headed outside.
He knew who was keeping watch. Even if it wasn’t habit to know these things by now, the blend of breathing sounds differed depending on who was sleeping in a room, and after so many months, it was pretty evident who was missing. Neil really couldn’t find a reason to hesitate before approaching Innes. They were two men who weren’t sleeping. Different reasons, same problem, do the damn math. There really weren’t any reasons to overthink this one.
Slide Man 1 in beside Man 2. Remove Cigarette Pack 1.
“Smoke?”
Congratulations. You have two interacting men.