A Cruel World Chpt. 3

Wednesday, May 11th, 2016 12:28 pm
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Maybe he's different....


Zisteau struggled to keep his eyes open as the sun cast beautiful colors across the quickly brightening vast sky. He knew he'd have to rest soon enough, but he knew Kurt needed sleep more than himself. He knew Kurt needed to greave, to finally find the peace he needed from the whole situation. He made his way back to the fire, where Kurt was still sleeping, and sat down, digging through his pouch.

He started cooking two deathclaw egg omelets and started brewing some coffee. He had been lucky enough to find an unopened can of coffee beans from one of the last places he'd visited, which was a miracle, considering no one had farmed coffee beans since before the fallout, which was so many years ago, long before his time. He whistled quietly as he finished making the coffee and the omelets. He sipped at his coffee, which tasted amazing compared to what he usually could manage to get. He heard a small groan from beside him. He glanced at Kurt, seeing him slowly sitting up.

"Want some coffee?" Zisteau questioned quietly, knowing Kurt's head would be pounding.

Kurt nodded slowly, accepting the cup when it was offered. Zisteau looked at Kurt worriedly; he was pale, his cheeks red, his blue-red eyes hazy. He almost wanted to ask Kurt if he was okay, but he just couldn't do it.

He offered Kurt an omelet. "Here, you should eat."

Kurt nodded his thanks and took the plate and fork. Zisteau stood up, stretching a kink out of his neck. "I'm gonna patrol, I'll be back soon."

He didn't get much of anything from Kurt, which caused him to sigh and walk away. He walked the perimeter of the fence, looking out for any raiders or hostiles. He kept his shotgun in hand, holding it loosely, not feeling worried in the slightest. After not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he headed back over to where Kurt was still sitting. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly stopped as Kurt threw his glasses into the dying fire with a quiet swear.

"You okay there?" Zisteau questioned. Which caused Kurt's head to move towards the voice.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." Kurt spoke quietly, hesitantly, squinting up at Zisteau.

Zisteau gave him a skeptical look, but let it slid. "You ready to head out?"

"Sure." Kurt says briefly, standing up shakily. He looked to have gotten dizzy, as he put his arms out to balance himself as he stared at the ground.

"You sure you're okay?" Zisteau questioned again.

"No... I mean... Well enough to go... Without my glasses..." Kurt rambled out shakily as he took cautious steps towards his weird deformed companion.

"Why did you throw them in the fire?"

"They weren't helping any and I was frustrated..."

Zisteau let out a deep breath. "Alright then, lets go." He started walking, keeping up a good pace, till he realized Kurt was falling behind.

"Z-Zisteau?" Kurt called out, sounding lost.

Zisteau turned around with a sigh and went to Kurt's side. "I'm right here."

"I-I'm sorry." Kurt says, his gaze glued to the ground.

"No need to apologize."

"But... I'm just slowing you down...."

"Kurt, listen, I'd rather be slowed down then see you die out here."

"Thanks..."


Many, many hours had passed. They walked slowly down a road that headed west. They would've made it to at least County Crossing, but Kurt can't go very fast without getting dizzy and loosing his balance. Its frustrating, Zisteau found, as the day slowly dwindled down. But, he wasn't a monster. So he stuck beside Kurt, guiding him along the broken, beat up road. He glanced to the sky, seeing that it was around four. They'd need to stop soon enough and have a proper meal and rest; they'd been walking all day, only taking breaks when absolutely necessary, which wasn't often, as Kurt didn't complain much at all, but he was seriously starting to feel the affects of staying up for twenty four hours straight.

He pulled out his map, looking at it, then glancing around them, looking for a sign of where they were exactly. He found they were near Lynn Pier Parking, a parking garage a friend of his had turned into a house a few years back.

"We can stop at that parking garage for the night." Zisteau comments, catching the quiet man's attention.

"A parking garage?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine turned it into a house. He'll be glad to have us."

"Okay." Was all Kurt said as they continued walking.

It wasn't much longer before they reached the parking garage, which looked old and run down. He walked over to the metal door and knocked loudly. It didn't take long for the door to open, revealing a man with green goggles and a red hard hat, who was wielding an alien blaster, pointing it at Zisteau.

"Pigderp!" The man said cheerily, dropping his defense.

"Heyo Vechs." Zisteau says with a slight smile. "We." He motioned to himself and Kurt. "Need a place to crash."

"Oh?" Vechs questions mischievously.

"Don't even." Zisteau says flatly, causing Vechs' smile to falter slightly.

"Yeah, sure dude, you two can stay here."

"Thanks." Zisteau says, following Vechs into the big building, Kurt, who hadn't spoken a word, not far behind.

For how bad the wasteland was, Vechs' house was always a nice break from the monotony of it all. Lights were strewn about, casting a soft glow in the house, comfy furniture was placed in a, somewhat, organized manner. Though, the occasional gun and piece of armor reminded him that he was still in the dreadful wasteland.

"There is a bathroom at the end of the hall, if either of you would like to freshen up. I just got the shower working too." Vechs says, gesturing to a hallway.

"You go ahead, if you'd like." Zisteau says to Kurt, who simply nods and heads slowly towards the bathroom.

After a moment, and they'd both sat down, Vechs addressed his friend. "What's up with him?"

"Kurt has had a bit of a rough month." Zisteau says, clasping his hands together, staring at the fire that crackled in the fireplace.

"Oh?"

"Group of raiders attacked his settlement; he was the only one to survive."

"Oh..."

"That and he's basically blind without his glasses."

"Couldn't you just find him a new pair?"

"It's not that simple, sadly." Zisteau says, his gaze finding Vechs. "There's something odd about him; he has to have 3D like glasses because of the colored lenses."

"That is odd."

"Yes, it is, but I'm helping him get to Diamond City so he can get a new pair."

"That's a long walk from here." Vechs comments.

"Yeah, but I can't just leave him out in the wasteland to die." Zisteau says, his gaze cast down.

A sincere look settled on Vechs' face. "This is about the incident, isn't it?"

"What else would it be about?" Zisteau says with a sigh. "I'm not a monster Vechs.... But sometimes the way people look at me..."

"No Zisteau, you aren't a monster. You're a great person with a big heart; you didn't deserve what happened to you."

Zisteau just lets out a deep breath, which was accompanied by a sad silence, which seemed to hang in the air.

"Are you ever gonna go back there Pigderp?" Vechs asks hesitantly, cutting through the deadly silence.

Zisteau merely shrugs. "I don't know.... They probably won't accept me back..."

"You'll never know unless you try."

"Yeah...."

"You know, for the cocky guise you always wear, you really do have a soft side." Vechs says, attempting to lighten up the mood.

A small smile tugs at Zisteau's lips. "Just don't tell anyone, wouldn't want 'em to think I'm weak."

"Umm... Zisteau... I'm done if you needed to shower..." Kurt says awkwardly.

Zisteau glanced to where his companion was standing, and he couldn't help but smile, as Kurt's hair stuck up in all directions. "Thanks." He said quickly. "I'll be back shortly." He continued as he made his way into the bathroom.

He stripped down after turning on the shower. He sighed as he stepped in, loving the way the hot water felt against his pinkish skin. He just stood there for the longest time, just letting his tense muscles relax. He felt sleepy as he finally stepped out of the shower. He couldn't help but yawn as he pulled on his clothes and walked back into the living room area. Kurt was passed out on the couch, snoring softly, while Vechs was reading a book of some description. Zisteau sat on a chair, feeling relaxed and tired.

"What is it about him?" Vechs asks, his gaze leaving the book.

"What about him?" Zisteau questions, raising an eyebrow.

"I know you say its because you're not a monster, but there's something else, isn't there?"

"I'm just trying not to let anyone else die or get abandoned."

Vechs pushes his goggles on top of his head, where his red hat usually rested. "Don't pull that shit, I know there's something else. You don't just help people like this, you're usually the one to run into danger guns blazing; not to take a slow stroll across the wasteland."

Zisteau sighed, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I dunno, maybe there is."

"Do you like him?"

Zisteau shrugged. "I dunno Vechs.... He's just... Different."

"I can tell." Vechs says with a gentle smile. "He brings out your softer side."

Zisteau glanced over at Kurt, seeing how he looked so innocent while sleeping, how none of the troubles of the wasteland were displayed upon his face. So young, so innocent, and all Zisteau wanted to do was protect him.

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