Mason Reynolds (maseinyourface) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-08-13 21:18:00 |
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Mason leaned over the side of the roof, resting his arms on the concrete parapet. Down below, sirens blared and red and blue lights flashed, a whole lot of commotion heading in the direction of the next reported crime. That sort of shit was commonplace here. New York and its fucking high crime rate. Six months in and he still didn’t know what force dragged him to this part of the world. He pulled a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly, watching the grey tendrils float around his head before dissipating into the air. The city never slept, which didn’t do any favors for his insomnia. Sometimes he missed the presence of the corpses. More so than that, he missed his old shop. If it hadn’t been for wanting to get Ren back to safety and civilization, and the fact that there would’ve been no living soul left on the island after the evac team was done, he might’ve considered staying on Kamong. It felt more like home than Australia ever had. Now he was here. Now he had a new shop to put all of his efforts into. And there was a whole new plethora of women to pick up in pubs. One of which smoothed her hand over his bare back, settling on the folding chair beside him. Smiling at her, he tapped out the light on his cigarette and slipped it back into the pack. Mason leaned back as the woman’s hand dipped into his pants. Tipping his head back, he closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh. Kamong was a memory and nothing more than a wasteland. The year and a half of hell was over. Mason’s thoughts weren’t much more complicated than that while a firm grip escalated his senses, demanding his attention down south. New York had its upsides. |