Will there ever be a new dawn? (Private)

[Whitewhisker]

"So Roland, what do you have in that bag of yours?" Aaron questioned without looking at him as she lead the way, looking for a suitable place to hid in for the night. The thought of spiders and scorpions crawling in her bed wasn't exactly appealing and neither were snakes so she was being rather picky. Maybe up higher? Like in the bed of a dump truck? Who would think to look there for someone? It seemed right, but then again they wouldn't see anyone coming should someone sneak up on them. It would be a second choice though if she didn't find something more suitable.

[Whitie]

“Oh?” Roland piped up, passing Sarah a glance before looking towards his messenger bag. “Not much to be honest. Some bullets for the handgun, some food, a couple of small books, and other little things,” he replied. There used to be more in there, but several of the contents spilled out when he had to make a run for it due to the bikers almost catching him a few days ago. Panic did that to him, causing him to freak out and run. A knife was also hidden away within the confines of the bag. It was mostly used to cut objects and food rather than used as an assault weapon. Roland couldn’t imagine ever slicing a person. His feet started to ache now that he was thinking about a shelter and his body was overwhelmed with fatigue. Fearing for his life was wearing him out, but he didn’t show it. He’d already shown enough weakness already. Although, the trucks were looking awfully comfortable now with their cushioned seats and all.

[Whitewhisker]

Seeing a semi truck up ahead with a gravel trailer hitched too it, Sarah made her way over to it. The cab was bigger than the dump trucks which is why she decided upon it. She had listened to Roland's answer in silence and didn't ask anymore. No food meant that still he wasn't doing her much good. Maybe she should take shelter here alone and send him on his way? No, she didn't need to do that. At least let him have the night to have someone keep him safe, or so it seemed that is what she was going to end up doing. His cowardly personality gave her no comfort in the fact of receiving backup from him if it came down too it. No, all he seemed to be good at was a watch but even then would he warn her?

Pausing and glancing around Aaron saw no one. Convinced there wasn't anyone, she crawled up to reach the door handle. It was unlocked and opened with a loud creak which again made her freeze. Nothing. Not a stir was made except the wind and with a sigh she climbed inside the semi. The seat was ripped in places from decay of sitting here so long but that didn't matter much. It was clean of any blood or signs of others being here and so this would make due for a safe shelter tonight.

[Whitie]

Roland had paused as he set a hand upon the side of the semi-truck as he looked off once more, paranoid that something would be lurking nearby. Monsters weren’t real but there were people out there who seemed more like monsters than human beings. He swallowed hard before climbing into the semi and closing the door behind him. He moved the messenger bag to his lap as he leaned his head back against the head rest, content with how comforting the seats were compared to laying on the ground and other makeshift beds he had slept upon during his travels.

“Uh, thank you for not, um, shooting me back there,” he spoke up, passing a nervous glance at Sarah before looking down at his bag. It felt weird saying such recognition, but Roland couldn’t help but to be gracious. He was thankful for her sparing his life, although he couldn’t help but to think that she would try to murder him during the night. Perhaps he should slip away under the shroud of the darkness before that could happen.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron had settled herself into the passenger seat since it was the drivers side they had climbed in at and she had gone farther to allow him to come inside. Like him she was enjoying the soft seat but knew this pleasure would be short lived as soon she would have to be on the move again. Eyes closed but ears alert, she nearly flinched at the closeness of his voice since she had been listening for the distant sound of thunder. Luckily it was him that spoke and not her fears coming to life. Opening her eyes she turned her head to look at him. Her left eyebrow was raised as she was kinda surprised he had even spoken on the matter. With a shrug as her reply, she glanced out the window. "With that expression you were giving me it would have been hard too. Like shooting a rabbit in the face." Goes to show that not even someone as deceiving as she was could be completely cold hearted. In a way that was her own twisted version of showing kindness.

[Whitie]

Roland seemed taken a back but then managed a small smile. “Well, I appreciate it nonetheless,” he replied, glad that his sheepish nature had some uses on occasion, but he still felt pathetic. A soundless yawn escaped him as he got comfortable in the seat, his hands resting upon his bag as he gazed out the side window. The sensation of heaviness caused his eyes to gradually close as his body was filled with the feeling of content. Rest was much appreciated after all he’d been through. It was seldom that Roland was able to take a break easily, but for now sleep was on his mind and perhaps he could eat when he woke up. Still, the thought of taking off in the middle of the night stuck out in his mind like a sore thumb. He couldn’t fully trust this Sarah person and so escaping later was the idea plan. But for now, sleep had taken him. Roland’s breathing was calm and sound after a few minutes as he was out like a light.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron scooted farther down in the seat so that she could rest better as she wasn't as visible through the window. If only she could stretch out across the whole seat, but that would require her laying upon Roland's lap and that wasn't about to happen. Still, she wished sleep would come easy. Would he do anything if she was to actually sleep? She sneaked a quick peek at him to see him staring out the window. What was it that had sent him on these travels? Even if he was skittish, surely he belonged to some club? Needless to say it was none of her business so instead she turned her own blue gaze out of her own window.

Actually having someone around, the sound of another living thing, made Aaron suddenly realize how alone she had felt. It hit her suddenly and without warning and nearly knocked the breath from her. Curling up with her knees to her chest and her arms crossing over her chest, she turned away from him and onto her side facing the window. Why had this come to her so suddenly? It was not a feeling she liked as it gave her a pain she had long since gotten rid of.

[Whitie]

A soft yawn, accompanied by a groan, escaped Roland as he shifted in his spot, rolling onto his side so he was facing the young woman who called herself Sarah. His eyes barely opened as he peered at her. It was hard to tell if she was sleeping or not and so he decided to rest awhile longer to play it safe. The feeling of relaxation was more than welcome to him. His body felt it deserved it as a reward for his aimless wandering and so he closed his eyes once more.

He had been planning on getting away, perhaps heading back to Ontario, Canada to make a comfortable living there. Perhaps raise some horses like his mother and father. All he could hope for was that the bikers hadn’t gotten taken over there too. The weight of the bounty was horrendous. All it gave him was added fear and discomfort, making him on the edge all the time. But now, Roland had to rest just for a moment or two before taking his leave just incase Sarah would try to kill him in his sleep. He would have to play it safe no matter what.

[Whitewhisker]

Despite fighting it, Aaron's exhaustion finally won. Eyes slowly falling closed a soft sight escaped her. Rest was so hard to come by anymore. Used too she had nothing to worry over, a soft bed to sleep in and never knew the feeling of hunger. It was her choice to be in the place and still was. But how could she go back to that place? How could she be a monster like they were? Thoughts forced the girl back awake and again she opened her eyes.

Just laying there, her eyes blank and empty of any kind of emotion she just stared off. Why was she here? What had caused her to give up the easier life? Running away couldn't make any difference for the people suffering. If she had stayed she could have taken over her throne one day as she was heir and then changed things that way. That responsibility was too much though. She couldn't handle it. With a shiver she curled up tightly, closing her eyes again. Why couldn't she escape them permanently?

[Whitie]

Roland gradually opened his eyes, thinking that this was his chance to get up and go. He laid there for a moment, studying Sarah, before easing himself to sit up. The seat released a soft creak that caused him to freeze up, heart thudding like mad in his chest. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked towards the young woman once more, waiting a moment before letting out a slow, easy exhale. It seemed things were calm for now. All he had to do was make it outside of the semi-truck and he would be on his merry way.

With a gulp, his hand grasped the handle of the door and he eased the lever out until the inner door mechanism clicked, signaling that it was open. A sigh of liberation surpassed Roland’s lips as he pushed the door open as slow as he could, eyes occasionally glancing towards Sarah as he made his getaway. After hitting the lock and closed the door as soundless as he could, he was free.

“Alright,” the young man sighed, fixing his messenger bag to straighten it out. “Time to get a move on.” With that, Roland turned and jogged towards the highway, ignoring the yearning sensation to turn around and head back to the semi. He mentally reminded himself that the woman would have probably killed him. He had to take no chances. This was a life or death situation, or so he thought.

Upon reaching the road, Roland stopped to catch his breath before walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron had not been asleep, keeping her back towards Roland as he made his leave. She bit her lip, trying not to let it get to her. Even a stranger would not stick with her. Why should she care though? He was a set back, a drag. He would get her caught with his fear and would have been a complete dead weight. Surely she was better off? Slowly sitting up in the seat she peeked out to see him reach the road. A thought then struck her and a frown crossed her face. Those bikers, she had never heard them come back. The urge to get out and warn the man of her discovery was tempting but then again calling out wasn't the most brilliant. It wasn't only the bikers you had to watch out for. Shaking her head she laid back down in the seat. He had chosen to leave her behind which meant he thought he did not need her. So be it, let him be caught. It would be no difference for her.

[Whitie]

The night air was crisp and refreshing, the sounds of grasshoppers and the occasional frog reached his ears. Walking alone in the middle of the night was eerie to Roland as the shadows took in monstrous shapes and every little bump and rustle caused his heart to race with utmost fright. At times like these he felt idiotic, the true meaning of dense, but he knew that this was for the better. That woman would have shot him sooner or later and so he had to get away.

His footfalls seemed to echo as he walked on the pavement, his head snapping at every noise that emitted around him. A shudder coursed throughout his body, causing him to cross his arms over his chest. As long as those bikers didn’t show up he would be fine and dandy. They were the factual thing that instilled fear in him. Just thinking about them caused him to stop in his steps and look behind him, almost expecting to see headlights breach over the horizon accompanied by the roar of the motorcycles. But there was nothing. Just dust and debris swirling in the breeze.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron tossed and turned on the seat, moving from one side to the other before finally becoming still as she lay upon her back staring up at the ceiling of the cab. "You need to do something Aaron. You need to find someone rather than always being alone. You won't survive this way" she told herself before she closed her eyes with a frown. "But I've survived this long alone. Why would I need anyone?" she argued, knowing it was her pride speaking. She would not chase the stranger though. That she would never do.

[Whitie]

Roland continued his walking, his eyes feeling heavier with every passing moment as his legs felt about ready to fall out from under him. With a firm shake of his head, he pushed onwards, ignoring his desire to sleep. After he made some distance from the construction site then he would find a decent hiding place and sleep.

A low rumble sounded before him as headlights appeared. The sound wasn’t of motorcycles. No. Roland narrowed his eyes as the hi-beams shone on him. They were so bright that he felt momentarily blinded. The vehicle was flying down the highway, well over whatever the posted speed limit would be, causing him to practically throw himself off the road as the vehicle flew passed, throwing rocks and dirt upon him. He covered his head as the vehicle sped down the road and was soon out of sight.

Roland spat upon the ground as he sat up, glaring down the hiway. Although he was relieved that it was just a car rather than those bikers, but he almost got ran over. “Hmph,” he muttered until that familiar sound pierced the air. That thunderous roar that only belonged to those who were hunting him down. He had gone pale as he became rigid with fear.

No, not now, Roland thought before he pushed himself into a sprint off the road and towards a broken down pick-up truck that lay not too far away. It lacked wheels and windows, with the hood of the front of it missing but it was better than nothing. He crawled into the driver’s seat and crouched down near the gas and break pedals as the roaring motors neared, lights peering through the darkness. All he could hope was that they didn’t see him.

[Whitewhisker]

That thunderous sound did not go unnoticed by Aaron but she did not move. Hopefully they would keep going, unaware of her presence in the semi. Her luck would not see it this way though and the bright light of a bikers motorcycle caught the tracks of where Roland had sprinted to the road. Coming to a stop, the biker peered around before he pointed off down the road towards an old beat up pickup truck. "Go see if anyone is hiding there" Aaron could here his voice plainly despite the rumble of the bikes. The leader seperated the gang, sending some back to check the truck and others to recheck the site.