M Man and monster

[Universe]

Imported post - written by jack pine​

Dark creaky halls that once smelled of sterile chemicals, and medicine, now smelled of mold and decay. Tile and paint was starting to stain and wear out, the hospital in a town that had been hit terribly by a strange rash of storms since the bombs fell. It was strange in that it seemed to be only happening in a very particular swath of land, where he was now notwithstanding. It took its toll on anyone who stayed, and even had claimed any number of unfound bodies, but was beneficial still.


Places like these that had suffered so badly, and killed off so many, meant unknown amounts of unplundered supplies. So the hospital standing even above the flooded streets, was definitely a prime target to search in Henry’s opinion. Hoping the conditions had dissuaded most from trying to do the same, he dredged into the city, making his way there to grab whatever he could. He’d gotten lucky with finding a boat left over at a nearby river rental, and had used it to make the journey without swimming at least.


That being said, Henry still grumbled at how wet the rain had made him, even as he tied the boat off to the railing of a set of stairs


inside the hospital itself


. Gas mask on, he took cautious yet squeaky steps up it with his boots, leaving the boat to come back to later. But what he wasn’t expecting on the first flight, was a body, wrapped in a cloak and laid out on the floor. Taking a few steps back down, he grabbed one of the oars, before coming back up and poking the body from just over the edge of the top step as she stayed a few paces down them with the pistol ready.


Olivia being the one on the floor, was passed out from the amount of blood loss she suffered while fighting off animals. She managed to kill them, then wanted to try and find blood for her vampire needs. Having come here, but did not last long. Being so instinctual as a beast like a vampire, once she was poked by the stick, she would wake up and quickly roll over to point her gun at whoever did it.


With a distorted but still intelligible voice, she spoke through her mask, “S-stay back, I'll shoot damnit!” She would start to crawl away, but too hurt to run, quietly sobbing under the mask from the effort alone.


The woman would just see a gas mask, with a jacket hood over the head, and a pistol peaking over the step at her. “Well I figured I’d be dead then if the intent was to lay in wait then kill. So can you get off the damn steps then? You’re kinda blocking the stairs as is, and I need meds…. Kinda looking like you need the same with the red smear you just left on the floor”. Faintly, eyes could be seen looking her over, and the mentioned smear of already drying blood on the floor between them. The pistol never faltered, but hadn’t shot her yet at least, only observing and staying mostly safe down the steps.


Olivia would drop her gun and lay on the floor once she was out of the way, “Sure… whatever… I'm going to bleed out soon anyway…” Giving up on life at this point, not caring anymore, losing so much from the bombs, and then being wounded like this. All after trying too hard to find her little boy, she had finally broken, she wasn't even sure if her little boy was still alive. “Just… bury me okay… i don't want to get eaten by the rats…”, she would take her mask off and cough up blood that was now running down her cheek into her eyepatch.


Another forsaken soul, and a woman who just didn’t have it in her anymore to go on anymore, which to be honest was depressing to even watch. Cautiously stepping up the steps again, he kept his distance at first, sliding the gun over before picking it up and slipping into a pocket. Henry was just starting to take a few steps up, before he paused with a question he was nagging to ask, “The only thing here is a watery grave, and a town slowly sinking. Do you really want to die in a place like this?”


She would sigh and close her eyes, “To be honest… no… do i have a choice… not really…”. Olivia would open up her coat and would pull out a photo, which was a picture of her husband and little boy Jacob. “I know it's not much, but since I'm going to die here, you can take my stuff. I have a music player that has solar charging on it… it was… just take care of it.”, she would say before kissing the photo and start to tear up.


“You’re hopeless, you know that? People like you make me a bleeding heart with sob stories.”, the man groaned before cautiously stepping over. She likely would think he was just collecting her things, but instead, found his arms sliding under her body before being hefted up. “God damn you’re light, what’s your secret diet, helium?”, Henry commented as he lifted her before heading back up the stairs as before.


Olivia would groan and moan in pain, with her arm over his shoulder she used her other arm to cover her wounds. “Why help me… it's not like… we are comrades… HNN!”, she would have a massive spike of pain as they began to move. When they got to some medical labs with somewhat empty shelves, Olivia sat on the floor against a wall, pulling her hood down and panting for oxygen in her nauseous state of injury.


“Wouldn’t be the first stranger I’ve helped against my own better judgement. The last one was far more hopeless then you. Guess you could say I set my standards pretty damn low on who I help, which throws people like you into the most likely I will.” Henry shuffled the contents on the shelves, picking out anything that wasn’t spoiled, or damaged from what he could tell. Most of the things here seemed intact, and with people in a rush to get out, there were a surprising number of items left behind by accident.


A lot of what was there was still fairly useless to people like them, but bandages and meds were still useful. “So what are you here for anyways? Since I’m already digging through all this shit.”, he questioned while moving an overturned shelf with a grunt, finding only packages chewed open by vermin on the floor under it.


She hesitated a lot before answering, but decided that if this man was going to help her, she needed to trust him. “I came here to find… blood... I'm… a vampire…”, she would close her eyes and pant, feeling weaker by the second. Seeing a somewhat intact medical bed she tried her best to stand up and lay on it. Once sitting on it, she took her big coat off and laid down in her stomach torn shirt. “If I can get some blood bags I can… regenerate…”, she would cough once she finished speaking and seem to breathe heavier.


“Lady, maybe I'm crazy from mold or some shit, or you are from blood loss. But did you seriously just say you’re a vamp?”, the man replied incredulously as he kept searching. He wrote off the proclamation as either insanity, or delirium of blood loss. There was no way a vampire could actually exist right, but he knew she still needed blood regardless. Whether she was crazy, or not, would be answered later. “I hope you have proof, otherwise you’re crazy.”, Henry admitted before looking out the door and reading some of the signage to gauge layout.


“That being said, wait there, as hospitals always have a cooler for plasma and such. If I'm right, I should be on a floor two stories up from here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” With that, he went into the hall, before jogging up the stairs to higher levels.


Olivia would be relieved that he didn't just outright shoot her. Letting her wings come out, she would spread them, as holding them in took energy and that's something she wasn't able to spare. “Yeah I'll… wait here....”. Olivia would doze off and fall asleep, her mouth slightly open, leaving her fangs slightly visible at a glance.


Henry would be gone for a bit, every so often, a rustle or quiet thump coming from somewhere a couple floors above. The sounds of boots on the steps would be heard faintly echoing as he came down the steps once more, carrying a pair of small medical coolers with him. Strapped over his shoulders and hanging behind him, was a paramedic bag as well, the bag only somewhat rough looking. The man took a long pause in the doorway, wondering if there was a lingering gas leak making him delirious, before remembering the gas mask tightly on his face.


Setting the coolers down, he poked one of the wings lightly, just enough to move it while feeling if it had the actual give of flesh. A shiver went down his spine when it did,


That’s certainly…. Dope, I guess? Why do I get all the weird survivors?


, he thought to himself before turning back to what he needed to do. “Wake up night princess, it’s lunch time I suppose.”, he said loud enough to hopefully stir her from sleep, before pulling two dark red bags of plasma from a cooler.


As if dealing with a landmine, he gently placed them in her lap, next to her hands. Slowly cautious in doing so, while also not making any quick movements, encase she had any… primal instincts. Was best if he did not trigger those if possible, and given how things were going, he would be too surprised to see anything else just as surprising.


Slowly opened her eyes as she felt the cold bags on her lap, hand slowly grabbing one of them before putting it up to her mouth. With him still watching, she put up one of her wings up to cover her face before biting into the bag of blood. Starting to drink the contents inside, finished one bag rather quickly, before grabbing the other and leaving the empty one against the wall beside her.


While drinking the blood, Henry could see tears falling onto her chest silently, a clear indicator that she was crying of relief but also… sadness. Once she had finished both of the bags, she lowered her wing slowly and wiped her chin. “Stop staring… you’re making me nervous…” It would take a couple of days for her wounds to fully heal, but now with some decent blood inside her, she could actually think with her nausea gone.


“Well sorry princess, but it’s not every day you meet a myth and legend in the flesh. This is going to be one wacky wasteland if fairy tales are coming to life now.”, was his only reply before closing up the cooler. Setting the three containers aside, it was time to go back to his search, not going to be able to carry as much in the boat now with a plus one. However, at least she could help him carry stuff, which would at least make the job easier. Also, even as risky as it was, he could always make the trip again later.


There was so much to find in this place, just by the haul he had in his pack, and the three containers already. Plus they still had her bag too to fill, which meant even with the three of them, they’d have plenty for a while. “I suppose you’re going to stay here and rest, then do me a favor and watch the supplies. I’m gonna grab what will fit on the boat, and in our bags, then we can bug the fuck out of here.”


She would sit up and seem to already have more energy in her, retracting her wings and fangs she would stand, “Just don't… tell anyone about this okay… I don't want people to be scared.” Stepping out of the room to lean on a railings just outside the room, “Sorry for causing you trouble.”


What's with the princess thing?


She thought to herself quietly.


Seeing the man pack things onto the boat and into her bag, Olivia would get slightly annoyed, but since this man saved her life she decided to forgive him this time and put up with it. Once the both of them were ready, she grabbed her coat and mask, putting them into the boat and sitting down holding her wound that she bandaged up by tearing the bottom of her shirt. Her shirt now looks more like a crop top.


Once their bags were packed, and he found a couple of medkits, Henry figured the next stop was the cafeteria. Thankfully, and not thankfully, this would be on the ground floor where it had access to a loading bay. “Not like it isn’t another day in the apocalypse.”, was all he would say as he released the boat, and started to row them through the lobby.


Leaning back on her end of the boat to rest, she would sigh, “Thanks…”. Olivia put a hand under her head and looked to the sky. “If you want, I can do anything you want in return, if you don't tell people about my vampire stuff”. Pulling her hood over her mask she would softly fall asleep, needing to let her body heal and gain energy.


While she did, leaving him to row them around, Henry brought the boat into the half submerged cafeteria. Carefully he searched as they floated about in the room, before climbing over onto the counter of the kitchen. Looking through shelves that still had stock above water, he found a 24 pack of canned foods that would easily fit in the boat with their current load. Annoyed at the amount of finesse he had to use to get it back, he eventually did before putting it in the boat and climbing back in.


With a sigh of relief after having clambered back in, started to row them on their journey back out of the building. It was going to be a bit of a long one, going back through the city, and it made him wonder how someone could sleep on these ebbing waters. She must have been dead tired, no pun intended, to be able to sleep in this little boat. The offer she gave, also sat on his mind, wondering just what she would even expect to be asked. Honestly he was at a loss on that for ideas at the moment.


With the rocking of the boat, she would wake up and look at what he was doing. Seeing that there wasn't much room on the boat left, Olivia would sit up to make room for him to place the cans. “Hnnnnnng~!”, she would stretch her arms and look at her wound, it mostly sealed up now thanks to the blood. However, it would take a week or two for the wound to heal back into normal skin. “Where are we going anyway? I can't Imagine you just roam around carrying stuff all the time.”


“I’ve got a camp started with my companion Douglas, this was a supply run to stock us with things we needed. I’ll be heading there once we’re back ashore, and I will find a place to stash the boat.” Henry was rowing in a practiced manner, having been around such small vessels before, and larger even. Personally he debated the merits of taking her back with him, but that also depended on if she even wanted to. “You’re welcome to come along I suppose, otherwise you can keep what’s in your pack and a med kit before we part ways. Choice is up to you, but that’s my offer.”, he added after a moment, wondering if he should throw in some of the plasma if she did in fact choose to go.


She shook her head and pulled her hood back over her head to avoid the sun “It would be suicide at this point to go on my own, I need to heal first. Then I'll see if I decide to stay, or not. So, thanks for the offer, I'll be glad to stick around for a bit. She would blush softly and smile, something she hadn't done in a while.


It was strange, this man even if a stranger, she felt like she already knew him, maybe a past life? No, she had remembered it so clearly now, this man right in front of her was so similar to her husband long gone, the way he acts, and even his gentle soul.


“Well it will be nice having company again, and as much as I got nothing against Douglas, he’s not exactly survival savvy or much of a conversationalist. I leave him at the camp to practice and learn, and also so he’s not coughing half way through the trip.” It was a gods send that the waters were mostly calm, as a full boat on waves was cumbersome to deal with. He meant nothing against Douglas as he said either, but the guy was too much of a liability right now to tote with him everywhere. This Olivia woman seemed like she’d been in the shit long enough to know how to survive for the most part, and would be more helpful coming with him on runs. It didn’t hurt to see she also knew how to actually hold a damn gun.


The buildings slowly passed by, the boat slowly making its way down the street, having to occasionally adjust to go around what little of the cars poked above the water’s surface. Mainly those of a larger nature, such as trucks, and even in rare cases, trains. As they did the navigation, the pair would float under the shade of many of the taller buildings, the sun having begun to start descending at this hour.


With the sun finally fucked off, she would pull off her hood and take off her mask, her eye almost glowing since she could see well in the dark. So well that to her, night time still looked like daytime. She would look around to see if she could see any hostiles.


She would tap his knee and give him a signal to be quiet. She would then pull a rifle from under her cloak, a hunting rifle with a x2 scope. “I see a deer on the shore… Should I take the shot? It's about three hundred meters away…”, she whispered as she got into a stable position on a truck roof after carefully getting off the boat.


Henry simply leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand, “How about no, too much risk. You let that shot off, and everyone knows we’re. Also may I remind you that we are in a boat, and thus sitting ducks with no cover. So let’s take the haul and go, we have food in the boat.” The man sighed a little, really glad she asked first before doing, and now hoping he hadn’t just picked up a slightly more capable Douglas. Maybe one might think him too cautious, but he had avoided enough scraps by keeping his head down, especially when fights were the worst threat now among environmental issues. It also didn’t help that having a boat filled with proverbial gold, also made him feel like he had a target on his back already.


Olivia would put her gun back under her coat, and carefully step back into the boat, “Sorry, I get excited when I see an animal these days. They are usually the only way I get food, but seeing how cautious you are, I'll try to be more cautious as well.” Sighing, a little disappointed to miss out of the meal, but also understanding that having more cargo would be a hassle. Once they got to the shore, the deer scattered off way before they hit dirt.


Stepping out of the boat she would take initiative and start unloading stuff quietly into the dirt, making sure not to drop or break anything. Once the boat was empty, even though she was injured she pulled her weight and picked up half of the load, tying a cooler to her back and carrying the canned food in her hands.


Meanwhile, Henry would drag the boat up from the water and a bit of the way into the tree line, before starting to cover it in branches and such. Once he was back, the man would shoulder his pack, before clipping two of the medkits to his belt. Once he had done that, he hung the paramedic bag across his shoulders to rest against his lap. “Alright, it's gonna be a bit of a journey, but with these supplies, it’ll be both easier and harder. Hope you never skipped leg day.”


She would softly chuckle and walk beside him, “I think I'll be alright, it took a couple of hours of walking and swimming before I collapsed from my injury. If there is anything I have, it's stamina.” Olivia would ‘wink’, but since she only had one eye she had to make it obvious that it was a wink by smiling and tilting her head. “But I'm definitely ready to just pass out once we get to your camp, I'm beat.”


“Well you’re going to have to rough it until we find somewhere to camp along the way. It’s a day’s hike from here to our camp.”, Henry explained, waiting for the groans to follow at the distance they had to travel. He knew she was tired, and therefore they would need to camp earlier, but he wasn’t going to say that. It was bad enough at how much that would prolong the journey, on top of being slowed by what they carried. Maybe if the pair was lucky, they could find a cart or something similar to help carry it.


When he decided to camp up for the night Olivia would almost collapse as she let down the box of cans and took her backpack and untied the cooler off. Falling to the group and panting with her one eye closed. “I'm just gonna, rest here for a sec…,” she groaned, taking off her coat and using it as a lay mat. Used to sleeping like this, but in trees on the regular. Given how injured she was, could not climb nor fly up to a tree branch. When the camp was finally set up she groaned in pain as she was helped into a tent with a roll up mat for her to lay on. “Hnnng! Thank you but, ow dude.”


“Well no point laying on the ground outside with no cover, gonna fucking die of exposure that way.”, Henry said grumping back at her own grumping, before setting up a little temporary cover for the supplies. Folding the tarp he had in thirds, laid the bottom third, before digging a thick stick into the ground on either side. Then using the twig offshoots, rested one on top of them both. Henry then draped the other two thirds of tarp over, before setting their gathered haul under the makeshift overhang. It would keep them from getting anything dropped on them, or rained on if it did.


Once that was done, he went about taking the mess kit out of his bag, and opening a couple of cans. Henry started to make a small pot of meat and veggies, while rice was steamed in a separate canister. “Dinner will be ready soon.”


Olivia would fall asleep almost instantly when he started cooking, her body just fully giving out for the night. She was in so much pain, that she would most likely need help eating, much to her dismay if that were to happen. In her sleep she would start having nightmares about her family, before starting to become restless and have a cold sweat. “No…”


The man groaned quietly in slight annoyance, regretting that he made enough for two when he was the only one going to be eating. Just meant he had to eat it all himself, and he’d give her some sort of ration in the morning, which he was grumpy for not expecting. Henry should have known that she would just sack out on him.


Before Henry finished cooking, Olivia would shoot up from the dream and pant while gripping tightly onto her pants. “Fuck… haah…”. She would get her composure back and step out of the tent, before sitting on a rock nearby the gas stove. “You remind me of him… Luke… my husband…”, she would say with a sigh and take off a glove to look at her ring on her right hand, still having it after all this time.


That was a bit random, not that he said anything on that at first before handing her a tin of food. “Let me guess, out there, or no longer with the living?”, would be all that he asked on the subject before settling back with his own tin. Idly a hand reached into his own shirt as he waited on her answer, likely already expecting her to say he was deceased.


She would softly sigh and take a spoon full, “Both of them are gone… My little boy included…”. Taking another spoon and looking at the night sky through the canopy of the trees, she would say, “You and Luke would have been great friends… I can tell” Olivia would smile up at the sky and close her eye before taking a deep breath, wanting to calm down still after that dream.


His hand fished up the pair of chains that hung around his neck, one holding his old dog tags, the other with a pair of wedding rings. “We’ve all lost someone, or everyone out here. I just wish I could have given her a burial instead of a funeral pyre.”, Henry replied sullenly if not in a sort of blunt and neutral manner. Letting them drop back down against his chest, the man returned to his food, not fond of letting a hot meal go cold.


She would move her rock closer to him by rolling it a bit, now sitting next to him. Olivia would awkwardly give him a two second hug and eat the rest of her food. “These are my boy’s”, she would say as she showed him the photo of her Husband holding their four year old son. “I was going to have a little girl, but the ambient radiation killed her when she was only two months into growing.” The vamp woman sighed then added, “I was going to name her Isabella~”, before smiling and putting a hand over her womb.


“Unfortunately, I never was a father myself. Sorry for your loss, and I hope you at least were able to put them at rest.” Henry hoped he didn’t come off as cold, but the topic was pulling up a lot of bad feelings for him. Things he had set aside in the last 54 days, and had been pushed aside, so that he could live and move on. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, far from it in fact, but the memory of burning his wife’s body to put her to rest, was not a pleasant memory. The woman next to him was dragging it all up, and everything screamed at him to run hard and fast, and put as much distance between him and the painful past.


Olivia listening to him could tell that he is getting far too upset for his own liking, putting down the empty can she softly sighed through her nose “We should get some sleep, I remember you saying we need to do a day's walk… so let's… go to bed. If you want, I don't mind sharing the tent, I don't bite people, my husband helped me get over that long ago.” stepping into the tent she would lay down and use her coat as a blanket, turning to the ‘wall’ of the tent.


Yeah, as nice as she was, he wasn’t planning at first to share a tent, but he might as well after chastising her for sleeping outside. Cleaning up and repacking away the cookware, He cleaned it prior, then climbed in to lay down. Facing the other way, he nodded off to sleep, resting in his own silent nightmares of his wife’s death.


The morning would come in an instant, as Henry woke early, and began preparing for their departure. With a lot of ground to cover, he was eager to get going into the early morning hours. The more distance behind them at the end of the day, the better, and hopefully get them pretty close to take the next day easy back at camp.


When Henry would wake up he would find Olivia snuggled up to him, and when he got up out of the tent she was woken up and followed out shortly after he did and stretched. Starting to pack up her swag tent into its duffle bag, preparing herself for the walk to come. Putting her pack on to pick up the boxed food again, then waited for Henry to get moving.


Once they had started to move, it would be almost half a day of walking before they encountered a town. Olivia immediately takes the opportunity to set her stuff down and start searching for useful things. “We should see if we can find anything useful, most likely some people have left things here”. Looking at Henry she would walk off into house after house, finding not a lot, only a jar of… dirt. In a fit of anger she would throw it and have her attention bought else where she found a… buttplug!? In its box no less, looking around for Henry to see if he was in sight.


With Henry nowhere in sight she would secretly put it in with the provided lube in the box and pull her pants back on, to her shock it was huge and had a rattler. Blushing to herself she would continue looking and end up finding an old box of condoms, with only five in it. Laughing to herself she took them, before going outside to find Henry. “Haha hey look at these, might come in handy if you catch my drift haha”, she half jokingly said as she put them in one of her belt pouches and picked back up her bag.


“Yeeeaahh…. Anyways, while you were looking, I found these in the back of a Humvee. Headphones included, just don’t ask who had em before, because he was still in the backseat. We’ve looked around long enough anyways, and should probably move on now”. Henry wasn’t quite the one to be in the mood for more crude jokes of sexual nature, at least not while out on a trip. He needed to be focused and ready for any sign of a fan becoming really shitty, real quick.


The man held up a whole 40mm HE mortar round, as well as an older model of fragmentation grenade in his hand. The other hand also held up a set of nice wired headphones, a mostly empty small box of 308 under the plastic arch of the headphones. He seemed rather satisfied with the find, definitely more pleased then what he had seen from her haul so far.


She would look rather shocked at the explosives “Well that's um. Hmm… I couldn't find anything that was of much use. I literally found a jar of dirt, let's just. Continue with the walking okay?” she sighed and waited for him to start walking, once he did she would follow him once more.


After yet another walk they would come across a military checkpoint, knowing that it was a good idea to look around she already began looking around for supplies. “Hey Henry, would it be worth taking one of these big tents, could really be handy incase of shitty weather. There are wheelbarrows we could haul it back with.” While talking she would find used needles that she left on the ground. Wandering around more she would find an empty medical kit, taking it as a storage medium.


While she was doing whatever it was, Henry was tossing everything out of the tent, clearing it out before starting to pack the thing up. It would take a bit, even when she came back and was able to help him finish it. Loading it into the wheelbarrow was the easy part, as he set it in the essentially metal bucket on a wheel. Once they had another, the pair would offload the extra containers into them both, before starting to wheel their way out of the checkpoint with the loot.


The trip was rather uneventful, the pair only having small talk to pass the time as they did. It was almost eerily quiet in fact as they travelled, making most of the ground they needed to make on the way home. “Alright, we’re going to have to set up camp again, but generally light this time. Let’s find a building, have some food bars for dinner, and sleep before making the last bit of distance tomorrow. Just don’t want to get there in the ass crack of night.”, Henry explained as they came through a small scattering of buildings, less then even a village by any standards.


In all likelihood, it was a service stop, once having been a spot of rest and restock for longer vehicle travel. It left it as rather unimportant now, and quite abandoned in a now all too normal ghost town style. Even though it couldn’t even count as a town, the feeling was still unsettling in just how new of a trend this was for people used to civilization. Henry pointed to what looked like a small bookstore, with overhead studio housing on the next level for the owners.


When they would find a good place to rest inside, Olivia would without warning use his lap as a pillow and look up at him. “You have squishy legs for someone who looks built”, she would poke her tongue out at him and close her eyes and sighed. “I want to thank you again for helping me. I would probably be dead right now if it wasn't for you, and hopefully it won't bother you to take care of me till I'm recovered~”, she said smiling at him before slowly starting to drift off.


“Now hold on, do I not get a say in this? Agh, fine, just don’t make it weird please.”, he said grumbling after she suddenly claimed his lap without permission. “It’s not like I wasn’t already going to, because I am not just going to throw people to the wolves. So yes, I will take care of you, and my legs are not squishy, they’re lean and athletic from running.” Henry wasn’t too fond of her boundary pushing, but he couldn’t exactly find a reason to start an argument worth the headache though honestly. This woman was lewd, and kinda clingy, and it was just damn weird in their current situation, at least from his perspective.


He knew he spared her and all, and picked her up when he could have taken her shit, and left her to die. But she was so friendly already, it was almost unnerving with all the instincts he had honed in to survive. She was an entire living enigma to Henry, and knew no way to understand, or on how to deal with her. The advances in jest made the most friction for him, reminding him of his wife, and the fact she was gone. Despite being one of two people in the room, Henry felt incredibly lonely, more then he had since the collapse and he walked away from the ashes that was once their home.


He had left what was left of his wife to rest among them that day, and went ahead without looking back, knowing she would have been cross with him for doing anything else. And with the certainty that his daughter was more than certainly long dead as well. Henry only had being a survivor left, and doing what it took to stay that way, but this woman… She was poking a side he more than wanted to leave dead, out of respect for not only Isabella, and Kana.


When the morning would come, he would find her head still on his lap, but facing towards his stomach. Even so much as looking rather peaceful in her sleep. The night before she looked stressed out and unnerved to a concerning extent. Once she was softly woken up from her sleep, she would yawn and sit up before saying, “Just give me… five minutes…~”. she would yawn and stretch her arms a bit, avoiding stretching her stomach. When she woke up fully, began to prepare herself for the rest of the walk.


When they finally arrived at the camp, Olivia would set down her stuff where Henry told her to and began to set up her Swag tent. Once it was set up, she would strip out of her flannel and pull up her tank top up to her underboob. In a coincidental manner, Henry would get a full peek at them as she laid in the tent. “I think I'm going to just lay down for a long while… I don't have anything left in me haha~”. Smiling more at Henry as he started to attend to her closed, but still apparent and recovering wounds.


Once the bandages and such were changed, the man simply left her to rest, ignoring the fresh rounds of what seemed like more teasing. It was honestly a tad annoying, and there were more important matters to worry about then wooing him unsuccessfully, like making sure she could recover properly. Shaking his head, the man went around to find Douglas, to make sure the more unnerved man didn’t freak at a stranger being here. Didn’t want to give the poor geek a heart attack at seeing a woman in the camp of all people, or that he accidently prodded her too closely, and risk finding out her true nature. Damnit, he could already tell this was going to be a constant headache as he groaned in frustration, wondering why his apocalypse had to be so gods damn abnormal.