InsaneJournal

Day Two - Late Afternoon
Who: Andy Gallagher and Sarah Vida
What: hunting and gathering
When: late afternoon/early evening
Where: the forest
Rating: PG-13 or R for language and violence
Status: Complete



After telling Luna that he was feeling restless and wanted to go out for some fresh air and move around a little, Andy let himself out of the church and only allowed himself to spare one glance over his shoulder as the doors closed behind him. He hated leaving her. Hated it. But, if it meant being able to help bring food, he was game. Andy was tired and in pain, but he was far more hungry than anything else, at this point. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, after all. Who knew how long he'd been in Cold Oak; Ava had apparently been missing for months without realizing it. There was no way to know how long Andy had been there. All he knew is that he had planned on hitting up the Taco Bell down the street once he cashed his stash, but the last thing he'd remembered before waking up in Cold Oak was the fourth bong load. He'd still had one more load's worth of weed to spend, so...needless to say, it had been a while since he'd eaten. A few days, at best. Longer, at worst.

Never mind your stomach rumbling, asshole, he thought as his ear throbbed in pain at the feel of the rain dropping on the still open wound again. So long as he limped along carefully, he'd be all right with the leg. Hopefully, the wolves would still be in the clearing and they'd enter in the forest the right way. He had to assume that the situation for Luna and Sam had directly mirrored his and Martha's. He hoped like hell it did, anyway, because if not, he'd be fucked if he needed to run.

The bandages Luna had brought back from Martha were holding well and he'd stopped bleeding through them an hour or two ago, so he'd hobbled back behind the alter and into the back room, lucking out when he'd found some trash bags. He'd ripped one open and wrapped that around the wound, too, to keep the bandages dry. It vaguely occurred to him to change clothes so that he wasn't completely covered in blood when he met up with a friggen vampire, but he thought maybe Luna would catch on and stop him if he did.

Huh. Demons and vampires were real. Go figure, he thought with some amusement as he headed down the dirt road to meet Sarah. Maybe the rain would wash some of the blood out of his pajama pants and shirt. He'd had to stop every few minutes to put pressure on the wound while he'd been walking back from where he'd left Martha at the gym and the only thing to do was wipe his hands on his clothes. He looked like a freak show.

"Can't fucking believe I'm going back out in this commando," he muttered to himself.

It took a good fifteen minutes before he saw another person. A blond girl. What's with all the blondes? Fucking temptation, what the hell? he thought in annoyance. "Are you Sarah?" he called out to her.