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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"Yeah…" Allie agreed. "Who should take the first sleeping shift? Maybe we could draw straws or something."

Logan shrugged slightly. "You can. I doubt I'll sleep all that well anyway." he replied, looking over at her calmly.

"Are you sure? I can keep watch if you want me to," Allie protested, hating that she ended the statement with a yawn.

Logan shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. "No. You're sleepy. So sleep." he replied.

Allie glared at him for a moment before giving in and sighing. “Okay, fine, but only because I’m already sick,” she said.

Logan nodded, and handed her the blanket. "Okay. Goodnight." he replied, sitting down with his gun in his hands.

“Good night,” she responded, going into the little shelter that Logan had made and lying down. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before slowly drifting to sleep.

Logan kept guard, eyes scanning the dark forest and ears listening for something, anything.
(timeskip?)

(nope, I got it)

In the morning…
Logan awoke as the sun came up. Halfway through the night, he had woken Allie up to take the second watch.

Allie was awake, sitting up with her gun in her hands, staring into space. She snapped into alertness as she heard rustling, realizing it was probably just Logan.

(gtg now good night)

Logan crawled out of the shelter, and stood, stretching. "Good morning." He greeted sleepily. "Everything go alright?"

Allie nodded stiffly. “Everything went fine,” she responded, glancing back at him. Her hair was in a messy bun, blonde curls escaping it in the back.

Logan nodded. "Alright. Good." he picked up his stuff, looking around. "Shall I go hunt for some breakfast?" he asked, looking over at her.

"Sure, I'll keep watch then," she agreed, the idea of Logan hunting for breakfast seeming almost like something from a reality TV show or nature book that she had heard of before the invasion.

Logan nodded, and grabbed his gun, walking into the woods. He hoped that none of the Red Hand would come while he was hunting.

Allie sat by the little shelter, staying alert in case anyone care. She got worried for a moment, but it turned out to only be a deer, so she calmed down again. Though the anxiety that she had didn’t completely fade.

Logan came back after about an hour, holding a dead rabbit by the ears. "Can you get a fire going while I skin and gut this?" He asked her, setting his gun down.

“Yeah.” She grabbed some sticks to make a fire with, rubbing them against each other like she had learned in Girl Scouts. It was surprisingly tricky, but she finally got it after a few minutes of trying. Girl Scouts was really coming in handy today.

Logan went over to a flat stone, and started working on cleaning and gutting the rabbit. He exhaled softly.

Allie added twigs to the fire, eventually getting it big enough to add bigger pieces of wood as the flames flared up. She glanced over her shoulder at Logan before looking back at the fire again.

Logan kept working on the rabbit. He sighed softly as he worked, eyes narrowed. Blood had spattered onto his hands.

“How are you holding up?” Allie asked him, trying to start conversation. Sitting here in silence was making her uncomfortable, so she spoke even though she realized his answer would probably not be a happy one.