Thread: puppies and kittens // virginia greene & sixlikesgore.

Despite the fogginess clinging to the sides of 10k's mind, he bit through the throbbing pressure and kept his focus on the woman before him, only grimacing occasionally when the throbbing grew in pressure. The young lad did his best to pay attention to her answer, however, not wanting to make her repeat herself. Upon hearing the word 'museum', there was a slight flick within the blue orbs that flared a small sense of curiosity even before the end of the world, museums had never really been something that Tommy had gone to.. He'd always been heavily more focused in other things, unless it was something mandatory like a school trip. Beachside Maritime Museum. Out of all the places he'd assumed to hold up, never once had a military museum entered his train of thought - and he was betting a lot of other people had that thought slide right over their head as well. Smart.. very smart. Through the haze clouding within his head, 10k nodded his head to show that he had heard her more in-depth explanation as to where he was, and to show that there were no hard feelings for holding him up in the storage room. It was the safer bet for these people, and he knew for a fact that if their roles were reversed, Roberta would've made the same call - at least until they knew the individual would recover, and they weren't going to be hostile. What his mind couldn't help but steer more towards was hearing her make mention of the word 'explosion', and his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Was he all that remained from the explosion - should he even remain after something like that? Without realizing, 10k's right hand drifted to the bullet wound, completely blown back by the fact that out of everything he'd been through that day, the bullet wound looked like the worst of it. Naturally, his head felt like someone had used it for a game of ping pong, but the bullet was much bigger deal than a fading concussion. I'm Willa. Biting the inside of his cheek momentarily, 10k hesitated long enough in returning the information of name-swapping to let her speak again. In the time that she told him they didn't have anything beyond food or water to spare, it was although he hadn't even taken the thought of advil into consideration - raising the hand from his bullet wound, his fingers clenched along his goggles, fastening the pair off his forehead to rest on the floor beside him. Easing up on his opposite arm, pulling more of his weight to sit up on his own accord, rather than leaning back, 10k gave a bit of a nod, although as to what he was nodding to might've seemed a tad obscure to understand. At least, without the accompanying of his words. Thank you.. Willa, he said almost cautiously, allowing her name to slip off his tongue in a slightly hesitated manner as his eyes cast around the storage room. Did he tell her his 'name'? Addy was probably the youngest in their group, beyond Tommy himself, and she hadn't given him a hard time about his goals.. But would Willa? He found himself slightly fidgeting in his spot, ruffling the air-dried strands of his messy locks. It was rude not to introduce himself right back to her, though.. He literally had her and her people to thank for his life. The least he could do was offer her a tidbit into his world.. no matter if all it did was earn him a point and laugh. I'm 10k. And, it's fine, really. You've all done more than enough, the young man attempted to persist, wanting nothing more of their supplies, beyond the bandage that had clearly been redressed on his abdomen, plus whatever else had been used to keep him stable, or the wound clean. I don't want to be a bigger thorn in your side. I should.. probably just get going.. Words that had started slightly confident began to ebb into a weak tone, the sharpshooter's face visibly falling from its slightly perked state. Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the dizziness fuzzing along his vision, 10k lifted his right palm to his adjacent temple, unable to withhold the light groan that forced its way up his throat. The plan had been to get his feet underneath him - but with his head already beckoning stars into his vision, the lad knew that if he got the stability to do anything in the next several minutes, it wouldn't last long enough to get him out the museum doors. Ugh.. Releasing a slightly agitated sigh, 10k shifted further back on the mattress, ignoring he bite of the cold wall as he pressed his back to lean against it, feeling better with proper support behind him. Despite the urgency he so clearly felt within his body, 10k wasn't about to get himself up and moving without the proper amount of time to recover. Between the concussion he'd sustained, and then the bullet wound, he wasn't in any position to start crawling around outside in search for his group. He'd be no use to any of them dead. Which meant he had little choice but to remain where he was.. even just for a few days. .. did you see anyone else? There was a- a man, on the submarine. Did you pull him out? A slightly conflicting feeling rose within the pit of 10k's stomach as he asked his last series of questions. Half of him wanted Murphy to have perished with that explosion.. to finally get a taste of the world he'd had a hand in creating because of his selfishness. But that was mainly the part of Tommy that hadn't forgiven him thinking.. Deep down, he knew how important Murphy was. And that's exactly why out of everyone else he had to ask after, Murphy was the first to slip out of his lips. Swallowing thickly, 10k allowed his head to rest back against the wall, lowering his arm once the throbbing in his head seemed to calm, even for a moment. Positioning it comfortably within his lap, the young lad wet his lips to speak once more, before clearly being cut off by the sound of his stomach. A wildly loud protest of hunger echoed within the storage room, causing the male to slightly shift uncomfortably as the growl carried out. A sheepishly look pulled over the male's features, and he tried to give a very soft, barely audible laugh at how loud his body had betrayed his earlier persistence on not needing anything. Maybe I will take you up on that offer.. he spoke with a ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips, wanting so bad to lift himself up on his feet to accompany the woman in front of him. But he knew his stability wasn't there yet, and whether it'd be a good idea to leave the storage room was still up for debate in his mind. The less these people knew about him, the better - and probably vice versa, for their piece of minds. It was one thing, having a wounded kid holed up in your storage room it was a completely different thing to have a kid with the strength to walk around, capable of getting into shit. Biting the hand that feeds definitely wasn't on 10k's mind, and he in no way wanted them to get that impression. Staying put until invited otherwise was probably the safer bet. For him, and them.