Kenopsia - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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"And here are the plants." I showed my father around. "You were an engineer for a while, you know those lawn windmills with cable attachments? For the garden lights? I thought we could put a few up here, we only need electricity for one thing and the rest is luxury."
"And what would that be?" He had his hands on his hips, looking over the brick wall and into the town.
"The fridge, it stores food and isolates it from the heat currently but we'd need it to be cold."
"I could do that."
"Then I'll go get whatever you might need, wires and tools yeah?"
"The hell if you are going outside."
"Do not test me father! I know this place more, you will NOT tell me what to do, I survived, I know what to do!"
"Can't I for once be genuinely worried about you?! I just found you!"
I shut up, looking away, messing with some hair.
"Fine, you can come along, you need to learn about what's where anyway."
We left the lady and note and climbed out.
"Why don't use the door, I am too old for this."
"You are nowhere near being that old dad and that gate in condemned, it will not be opened unless there is truly no other way out and even then it will be a last resort."
"Right." He had a crowbar with him.
"Good, so we'll head over the bridge to the maintenance store, one of these days we'll need to head down to the cops, get their guns, I haven't yet found the gun store in this town tho I didn't adventure that far off course for what I needed to survive."
"Well lead the charge Dandelion."
"Daaaad."
"What?"
"... Nothing, lets go."
I opened the door and my dad shoved passed me.
"Hey! Careful I was there!"
"Oy don't be a brat."
"You are the brat."
"Shut up."
"Likewise, now go get what you think you'll need, I'll get the wire and others stuff I might need."
I walked through the aisles and grabbed a few things: A measuring meter, folding ruler, nails, screws, screwdriver, wire cutter and bolt-cutter. My back was heavy as most of these were metal tools with wood or plastic parts but it was a good find.
I grabbed several lengths of rope rolled up, not knowing what he might need.
I grabbed a saw while going outside and looked at my forearm, the scratches scarred light pink with my arm hair not growing in those places.
There is a name for these intrusive thoughts, the ones like.... Like those people get on top of high places that whisper Jump when they would never do that, that morbid human curiosity as to what it would be.... That's what was going through my head with the saw in one hand and the healed scratches on the other, would I have been able to cut my own arm off if needed?
I dropped my hand holding the saw and held the other up towards the sky, virus fuckers attack the blood but a wound bleeds out so there is a chance limb cutting would work, putting a tourniquet on it would cut the blood flow... But it is the healing that would be trouble since we are no doctors.
"Hey?" I asked as I heard the door open. "Mom was a nurse no?"
"Why you ask?"
"Nothing." I dropped my arm. "Just wondering."
"You are a weird child."
"You love me." I walked passed him, bumping him back like he had done. "Come on now, lets drop it off and break into the cops place, we could use guns, I had enough of constantly burning my clothes from the blood and some husk types require more.... Specific methods to kill i.e. That short stubby husk, type-C, with a thick skull that I have yet to be able to break, I have that sword I stole from the museum and the DIY spear for them and type-D's tho they seem rare."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'll show you the pictures later, all you need to know is that is you see one looking like the hunchback of Nostradamus it hears you and is fast and if it looks on stilts it smells you and is even faster."
"Great, husks are like Coca-Cola, always coming out with new flavors."
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
I wheezed as I tried to stop, covering my mouth.
"G-god." I breathed out. "That felt good it was a long time since I last laughed like this.... I am happy you found me."
"I am too, now move it Dandelion we don't have all day."
"Whatever you say."
"And what would that be?" He had his hands on his hips, looking over the brick wall and into the town.
"The fridge, it stores food and isolates it from the heat currently but we'd need it to be cold."
"I could do that."
"Then I'll go get whatever you might need, wires and tools yeah?"
"The hell if you are going outside."
"Do not test me father! I know this place more, you will NOT tell me what to do, I survived, I know what to do!"
"Can't I for once be genuinely worried about you?! I just found you!"
I shut up, looking away, messing with some hair.
"Fine, you can come along, you need to learn about what's where anyway."
We left the lady and note and climbed out.
"Why don't use the door, I am too old for this."
"You are nowhere near being that old dad and that gate in condemned, it will not be opened unless there is truly no other way out and even then it will be a last resort."
"Right." He had a crowbar with him.
"Good, so we'll head over the bridge to the maintenance store, one of these days we'll need to head down to the cops, get their guns, I haven't yet found the gun store in this town tho I didn't adventure that far off course for what I needed to survive."
"Well lead the charge Dandelion."
"Daaaad."
"What?"
"... Nothing, lets go."
I opened the door and my dad shoved passed me.
"Hey! Careful I was there!"
"Oy don't be a brat."
"You are the brat."
"Shut up."
"Likewise, now go get what you think you'll need, I'll get the wire and others stuff I might need."
I walked through the aisles and grabbed a few things: A measuring meter, folding ruler, nails, screws, screwdriver, wire cutter and bolt-cutter. My back was heavy as most of these were metal tools with wood or plastic parts but it was a good find.
I grabbed several lengths of rope rolled up, not knowing what he might need.
I grabbed a saw while going outside and looked at my forearm, the scratches scarred light pink with my arm hair not growing in those places.
There is a name for these intrusive thoughts, the ones like.... Like those people get on top of high places that whisper Jump when they would never do that, that morbid human curiosity as to what it would be.... That's what was going through my head with the saw in one hand and the healed scratches on the other, would I have been able to cut my own arm off if needed?
I dropped my hand holding the saw and held the other up towards the sky, virus fuckers attack the blood but a wound bleeds out so there is a chance limb cutting would work, putting a tourniquet on it would cut the blood flow... But it is the healing that would be trouble since we are no doctors.
"Hey?" I asked as I heard the door open. "Mom was a nurse no?"
"Why you ask?"
"Nothing." I dropped my arm. "Just wondering."
"You are a weird child."
"You love me." I walked passed him, bumping him back like he had done. "Come on now, lets drop it off and break into the cops place, we could use guns, I had enough of constantly burning my clothes from the blood and some husk types require more.... Specific methods to kill i.e. That short stubby husk, type-C, with a thick skull that I have yet to be able to break, I have that sword I stole from the museum and the DIY spear for them and type-D's tho they seem rare."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'll show you the pictures later, all you need to know is that is you see one looking like the hunchback of Nostradamus it hears you and is fast and if it looks on stilts it smells you and is even faster."
"Great, husks are like Coca-Cola, always coming out with new flavors."
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
I wheezed as I tried to stop, covering my mouth.
"G-god." I breathed out. "That felt good it was a long time since I last laughed like this.... I am happy you found me."
"I am too, now move it Dandelion we don't have all day."
"Whatever you say."
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