|Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-11-10 10:55:00
|Entry tags:||dick grayson/nightwing, ron weasley|
Who: Dick Grayson, Stephanie Weasley, and Ron Weasley
What: Getting some unexpected and uninvited visitors.
Where: his hidey place on the outskirts of town
Warnings: idk yet
Dick Grayson no longer recognized Lawrence, Kansas. It was like the city had imploded into a grave yard after they lost to Lucifer. There were still a few people living here and there, mostly resistance camps from what he could tell on rare occasions when he rarely stuck his head out from his shack to check for people. He didn't want to see anyone. He'd cut off contact with everyone after witnessing the death of many friends and watching them scatter and divide. He hadn't spoken or reached out in nearly three years since the event. He'd given up. His suit was still with him, but he hadn't put it on since that day Lawrence became hell on Earth. It was doing nothing but serving as a home for dust and cobwebs, and slowly falling to pieces thanks to a few bullet holes and scrapes on that day he never bothered to repair.
His place was decently comfortable and deceivingly large. On the outside it looked like nothing. But the inside was what mattered. He didn't want to draw attention. He had a little electricity, a place to wash up though granted it was nothing as satisfying as a real shower would have been, and a comfortable bed he'd stolen. There were books on one side all stacked up on the ground, and magazines for entertainment. The electricity he had was very limited so he didn't waste it on television. It wasn't like there were any channels left anyway. He used it for light, and to power a small ice box he'd gotten to store perishables, and that was about it. He had a nice supply of food and canned goods. He was living alone and knew how to ration, so he didn't eat much.
Dick didn't follow the boards anymore, there just wasn't any point. He had a phone, but he never used it. Infact most of the time it was turned off incase anyone tried to trace it. He didn't want to be linked to that anymore. His comm was still active, but also shut down as well. Behind the main living quarters of his little shack that used to be someones apartment before it fell in, was a different room. One he used to hide in when he heard sounds from outside. The place was virtually a zombie free fortress, he had all kinds of things to ward them off, but they were nearly out of sight. Dick was reading a magazine in his dimly lit place when he heard a noise from outside. His body stiffened, and he immediately stood from the beaten down couch he'd managed to salvage and moved soundlessly toward the back rooms where he watched the main one like a hawk. His body was completely covered by shadows and next to impossible to see.