[the ground is softish and loamy and keeps sucking funny footprint shapes off the bottoms of his shoes, but he keeps walking anyway, flashlight in hand. long after he finished pissing against a tree. his dog daemon is silent behind him. kavinsky hadn't been able to sleep because the air is so fresh it's hurting his lungs, and murphy and aric on either side of him kept waking him as they changed watch or positions. none of them trust this world, but the two other men, at least, don't particularly distrust trees and grass and the absence of electric light more than anything else.
he had thought about dreaming himself a car, but there are too many fucking trees in the way, anyhow.
(what he's really afraid of, probably, is the dreams. what they might be, in the wake of eudio's towers crumbling, the floor of his home tilting beneath his feet, the groan of reinforced concretes like a wail of pain that covered the whole city.) (but that's neither here nor there.) (he'll deny it's here, is the fucking point.)] What the fuck is your problem? [is his question for the stupid fucking dog, or at least the robot wearing the skin of his stupid fucking dog. she'd started to mumble at him.
he notices only then. the bed in the clearing. the chick tied to the bedpost, murk beyond that.
forest; oh my god Muiread
he had thought about dreaming himself a car, but there are too many fucking trees in the way, anyhow.
(what he's really afraid of, probably, is the dreams. what they might be, in the wake of eudio's towers crumbling, the floor of his home tilting beneath his feet, the groan of reinforced concretes like a wail of pain that covered the whole city.) (but that's neither here nor there.) (he'll deny it's here, is the fucking point.)] What the fuck is your problem? [is his question for the stupid fucking dog, or at least the robot wearing the skin of his stupid fucking dog. she'd started to mumble at him.
he notices only then. the bed in the clearing. the chick tied to the bedpost, murk beyond that.
Yo, [he yells at the bait.] What the fuck?