forum “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (O/O)

Started September 01, 2019 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Logan nodded. "Alright." No, he couldn't read minds. Which was probably a good thing. He sat down on the bed again. "Whose turn?" He asked.

“I don’t know, I think yours?” Allie responded, glancing at Logan before looking back down at the board.

Logan nodded. He sighed softly, and picked up a card, moving his piece. "There."

“What happened to ‘ha, I’m gonna kick your ass’?” Allie teased half-heartedly. She knew more or less what had happened; she wasn’t even sure why she had asked. She moved her piece as well.

Logan shrugged. "Uhm… I'm still going to." He replied with a soft, slightly forced chuckle.

Allie smiled back, but it was weak and left her face a moment later. “Sure.” She moved again. She tried not to think about Logan at all, but then her thoughts only drifted to her ailment. Wonderful, she thought sarcastically.

(gtg for a bit, will be back in thirty minutes to an hour)

Logan sighed softly, rubbing his face with a hand and taking his next turn. He took a deep breath, going again.

(oh sorry i fell asleep)

They were getting close to the end of the game and Allie didn’t even care anymore. She almost just wanted it to be over with so she could go back to her unhappy thoughts in peace.

(lol it's fine)

Logan took his turn again, looking over at her worriedly. "Are you alright?" He asked softly

“I’m fine, Logan,” she lied, attempting a smile. She had said that so many times that at this point she figured he could see right through her. Allie had no idea why she clung to the lie anyway, pretending that she was fine.

Logan shook his head. "No, you aren't." He replied softly. "Please, Allie." He sighed.

“What do you want me to say?” she sighed, looking away. “Yes, okay. I feel like shit. Even though the headache and cough are gone at the moment, I’m worried.” The words poured out of her like a stream, but she bit her lip at the end of her short spiel and refused to say more. It was bad enough telling him how worried her current condition made her, but she didn’t want to rehash their discussion from only minutes ago. He clearly didn’t want any sort of relationship, and she didn’t want to hear his reasoning again.

Logan hesitated. "Okay. I…" He shook his head. "I'm sorry." He didn't know what to say. He was worried, and scared, and he didn't want her to die. And he kind of wanted to kiss her again, but…he knew he shouldn't.

Allie ran her hand through her mess of blonde hair. “It’s okay. I’m sorry that I keep saying I’m fine when I’m not. I didn’t mean to be a bitch about it.”

"It's okay. I'm just…I'm just worried." Logan replied, looking at her. "I'm sorry if I'm being pushy or something."

“It’s fine. I’m worried too. I guess it’s kind of stressing us both out,” Allie replied a shrug. “So really, you’re okay. You can stop apologizing.”

Logan nodded. "Alright. I…alright." he sighed softly, raking a hand through his strange, white streaked hair.

“Now, I think—“ Allie began, stopping short as she heard an ear piercing scream. She looked at Logan. “That can’t be good.”

Logan leapt up. "Stay here." He ordered, going downstairs and looking around, then slowly heading outside, pistol drawn.

Allie twisted her lips in a pout, but didn’t move. She knew better than to venture out when she was sick.

Outside, it was chaos. It was harder to see from the house that they were staying in, but in the main part of town a large but rather ragged group of individuals had arrived, armed to the teeth. Several people were gathered around them, and around the bloody corpse of a girl on the street, her short black hair and black clothes splattered with crimson.

Logan explored around, and crept up to the fight, hidden in the shadows as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. He frowned slightly as he looked.

One middle-aged woman was in front of the group, holding a gun. She looked around at all of the people gathered. “It’s time for us to take a stand against the aliens,” she was saying. “This girl was one of them, and there are more lurking among us. We have to take all of their informants and the ones that spread their disease before they come back in full force. We must be ready to defend ourselves. There are still more in this town, and we must kill them all.”

Logan's eyes went wide. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He thought. He backed away silently, meaning to head back to Allie and tell her what was happening, then run and hide somewhere for a while so he wouldn't be killed.

A man from the audience spoke. “Mathilda was my assistant! She did nothing wrong!” he cried, his eyes wide with remorse.

“What’s your name?” the woman with the gun asked.

“My name is Hugo,” he replied bravely.

“Say anything more about the aliens, and I’ll shoot you,” she demanded. Hugo stayed silent.

Logan's eyes widened in shock. Is this my fault? Mathilda was just at the place Allie and I are, and I'm… He didn't even want to think that at this moment. This might be his fault. He went still, swallowing.