Will there ever be a new dawn? (Private)

[Whitie]

Much to his aversion, Roland had set her down upon the rugged couch. Perhaps he could find a blanket lying around to cover it up. The idea sounded good to him. He unbuttoned his pettie coat and slipped it off before setting it upon the coffee table. “I’ll look around for some medical supplies and other stuff that might come in handy,” he piped up before looking towards the door that was across the room. It didn’t seem like anything could be living around here, besides the common pests like mice and bugs.

He shuddered at the thought as he advanced towards the door, wishing he had a flashlight to be able to peer through the nighttime darkness. There was a slice of hope that he would come across one during his search. It surely would make finding the needed items a lot easier than wondering blindly in the dark, where things could be lurking within the confines of the shadows. Roland shook his head as he opened the door, seeing that it led to the quaint kitchen.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron watched at he moved away, leaving behind his coat in search of things they might need. "Be careful" the words slipped quietly from her mouth as she keep her eyes on him. Despite the obvious look of this place being abandoned, the girl didn't quite believe in judging a book by its cover. Nevertheless, she wouldn't be of much help if he got himself in trouble during his search.

A soft grunt escaped her as she moved to make herself more comfortable upon the couch. It was lumpy, and the springs ate at her back, but it was softer than what she was used to sleeping on and just for a moment she closed her eyes. If she hadn't of run away, she would be living in luxury, or at least the best luxury this world had to offer anymore. Plenty of food, water, clothes and a soft bed rather than shot up, busted up, hungry on a nasty old couch most likely going to die. Yeah, where had her decision come to leave?

Opening her eyes, Aaron realized she had held them closed much longer than she had thought and now come to find out she could barely open them. Her arms had went slack, one falling free to let her hand rest upon the floor and the other to lay lightly across her torso. "Roland?" her mouth was dry, his name just a rasp of air against her throat. Had he come back, or had he left her behind?

[Whitie]

The kitchen offered what any general kitchen had to offer, with a lacking amount of edible food. The dusty atmosphere tickled Roland’s senses as he set foot inside the room. Floral wallpaper was peeling and bubbling—wearing away due to age. Scuff marks littered the off-white tiled flooring and counters that wrapped around three-quarters of the room.

Fear circulated all throughout his body as he searched through the cupboards and drawers, taking note of all there was to see: silverware, dishes, remains of food and crumbs. Small appliances were set up unsystematically upon the counters, along with various utensils and dishes.

Upon seeing nothing that could be used to tend Sarah’s wounds, Roland looked towards the next door before his ears caught the sound of the young woman calling his name. His head turned, eyes stuck upon the door before his body moved with soft sounded footfalls as he made way to the living room area and spied her upon the couch.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find anything useful in the kitchen,” Roland spoke in a soft voice. He picked up one of the overturned chairs and set it down next to the couch before sitting down upon it.

[Whitewhisker]

She wasn't surprised, how could she be? These parts were so long lost to a world that was no more. What was surprising is that this building was even standing but even so it wasn't proving much use. "We'll need to keep going" she said, angered by how her voice would hardly leave her lips. Why was everything slowing down so much? Maybe she had lost more blood than she thought. "Or maybe you'll have to keep going" Aaron said before a soft frown crossed her face. Dying alone, how much worse could that be? But there was no reason for him to stay. A man she did not know that did not even know her real name.

[Whitie]

“Well, I’ll check around the rest of the house real quick. There has to be something.” Anything. He got up from the chair, dusting himself off until the burning sensation from the gunshot wound caused him to cringe. His hand immediately grasped for it, fingers holding on with a vice grip. Roland knew they both needed medical treatment—more-so her than him. He couldn’t just sit around and remain useless.

Even though he didn’t want to leave her again given her condition, she had his handgun so she could protect herself incase anyone or anything tried to attack her. What about him? He had next to nothing on him. Roland shrugged it off as he walked and made his way to the other door. Hard thumping sounded in his ears as his heart picked up its pace; his hand settled upon the worn doorknob with fear creeping into him like wildfire.

Anything could be laying in wait for him on the other side. Good. Bad.

Roland exhaled before turning the knob and pushed open the door. A narrow hallway littered with numerous debris lay before him. There were four doors total—two on either side. One was barricaded with a desk, boxes, and a good number off objects, causing the hair on the nape of his neck to rise as he shuddered. This couldn’t stop him. He had to keep going and find a first aide kit or some sort of medical supplies.

[Whitewhisker]

She watched as he walked away, confusion upon his persistence when he could be putting that much more distance between him and those bikers. What would make someone act like him in the world they lived in now? He was lucky to be alive, that was for sure. Closing her eyes again, Aaron listened to the world that lay around her. She could hear his soft footsteps, the turn of a doorknob. She could hear the soft sigh of the wind outside as it made its way by the empty town. What she hadn't expected was the soft rumbles of motorcycles in the distance, the telltale sign of their trail finally being found. Eyes opening to find the gun Roland had left her, she wonder if she could even hold it up to shoot it? Eyes darting towards the direction he had went she nearly felt panicked that she was so helpless.

[Whitie]

After taking in his battered surroundings, Roland advanced towards the nearest door and opened it a sliver. He peered inside to see that it was the restroom. Upon observing that it was unoccupied, he cautiously entered with a curious expression on his face. It had a rustic appearance to it, with pill bottles, bathing products and whatnot tossed this way and that.

There had to be something of use amongst the bottles. Roland got down on his hands and knees and started to sift through the variety. There were basic pain killers that he pocketed as well as a sleeping aid. Others were for blood pressure and supplementary problems he didn’t deem useful at this point. He got up, flinching from his wound before spying himself in the mirror.

Roland’s brow perked as he studied his rugged appearance, his hand gingerly touching the bloodied hole in his right bicep. It stung a vast amount but it would have to wait to be treated. Now he had to find some manner of dressage and bandages. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find much more than regular band-aids but he pocketed those just incase. He also grabbed three towels and a couple of wash clothes, thinking that those could be put to good use.

Seeing nothing else that could be useful for now, Roland took his leave of the restroom and quickly left the hallway and returned to Sarah.

“Okay, I found a few things in the restroom. Not much, but they should do for now,” he said, setting down the towels, washcloths, and pills next to his bag and jacket upon the coffee table. After that, he sat down upon the chair once more, taking just a second to relax.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron didn't know what was worse, running or trying to hide. Running lead to more tracks and chasing, hiding meant the chance of being found. Her eyes lit upon Roland as he entered the room again carrying the things that he had found best to be first aide. Not exactly what she had been hoping for but it was better than most could find in this place. "Shhhh" she hissed at him, her eyes darting over towards the door as she listened again. Although the rumble was still very faint it was louder than it was before which meant it was slowly getting closer. Looking back to him, she shook her head. "Get out of here"

[Whitie]

“Huh?” Roland murmured with confusion washing over him, until his ears caught that dreadful thunderous sound. No...not now. Not here, he thought as he slowly rose to his feet. The feeling of anxiety started to rise within him, but he forced himself to breathe. Slowly but surely. He grabbed for his jacket and slipped it on and then went about fitting his findings into the messenger bag the best he could—leaving out the painkillers. He took two of the pills and popped them into his mouth, fighting against the horrid taste they had before swallowing them. It would help with the pain for now, but they had to get going and he wasn't going to let Sarah get caught by the bikers. He wasn't that kind of person. "I'm sure there's a place to hide here. Or maybe a back door," he spoke up, shifting a nervous glance towards the door.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron watched as he gathered the stuff, placing it in his bag but leaving out a pill bottle. What kind were they for him to be taking them? Especially when he needed all of his senses to make a run for it. Closing her eyes, she was about to just give up right then and there when he spoke again. Now it was her turn to be confused. Was it just a comment or was he going to take her with him? She passed him a questioning look before shaking her head. "The bike wont make it far without more gas. Go hide it first, on pavement if you can for no tracks." No sense of hiding if you were going to leave a sure sign they were there.

But then, an idea struck her. What if they did leave it out? But if she left a blood trail with back tracking and crossi v to the point of confusion to tie them up here while Roland and her got away? Yet how was she to do that if she didnt even know if she cohld grasp a gun to even shoot it? Deciding it was best to make it look as if they were never here at all she just remained silent.

[Whitie]

ooc: Ahh, stupid writer's block...

Roland studied the door with an intent gaze as the rumbling sound neared their hideout. He had to be quick in hiding the motorcycle. His attention returned to Sarah, with a faint nod of his head. With that, he quickly took off outside and made his way to the motorcycle. The thunderous sounds echoed throughout the dreary town as he set his hands upon the handlebars, scanning the vicinity for a place he could conceal the bike. A decent sized tool shed to the left of the house caught his attention.

A slight sensation of relief washed over him that was only momentary as he hustled over the best he could towards the shed, finding that the door was left wide open. Getting the motorcycle inside was a tight fit, but Roland was persistent and managed to make it work out before slipping out of the shed and closing the door.

The rumbling was louder now and he panicked. Roland pressed himself against the door as he stared towards the street and then made sure to cover up any tracks his movements made—as well as blood spots. His job was satisfactory and it appeared that there had been no living being in the area. With a tiresome sigh, he entered the house.

“Okay, the motorcycle is taken care of,” he stated as he moved towards the coffee table, his hands fiddling nervously with the bottom of his jacket.

[Whitewhisker]

She looked to him as he came back in, not missing how he fiddled nervously with the bottom of his jacket. Aaron didn't blame him, she was nervous too especially in her condition. Eyes darting back to the door as the rumbling grew louder it was obvious they needed to hide rather than just sit there and wait to be found. "Did you find any good hiding places in the house?" she asked him, her gaze snapping back to him.

((Sorry, I thought I answered this a long time ago. Seems I have writers block too ))

[Whitie]

ooc: It's okay, I've been busy with life stuff. But I shouldn't be too terribly busy this week. ^^

Roland forced his hands to calm as he looked from Sarah towards the kitchen and then towards the hallway, tension slowing building up inside him. The rumbling drew closer as he stood dumbstruck—time was like a ticking bomb. His heart started to giddy-up in his chest once more as he hands grasped the hem of his jacket as he returned his attention upon Sarah once more.

“There are rooms down the hallway. One leads to a bathroom and I figure the others must be bedrooms. Although, one door is barricaded with a bunch of stuff…for some odd reason. But we can try our luck with one of the other rooms,” he spoke up, his voice wavered some as he tried to mask his panic.