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I'll see you on the other side
Nov. 7th, 2014 01:36 pmThe nightmares were unsettling. By now you’d think that he was used to them. Nightmares of living through a world where a superflu like plague had ravaged the world, machinations of the Dark Man, Walking Dude that woke him up almost every night, choked with panic. Even stranger were nightmares of being trapped in some kind of dark cave, odd blends of happiness and fear, terror and blood and laughter. Faces that he knows even if he can’t quite recall from where. Blonde hair, blue eyes and.. claws? It didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense.
But Nick dealt with it. That’s what he did when he woke up in a strange place, shirt stained with blood and no idea what had happened or where he’d been. Although he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been somewhere. Somewhere different.
It’s one of the few times that being deaf-mute works to his advantage. Nick can blend into the background as he tries to process the world around him, getting used to a world with so many people again. Maybe he’d go back to school, god knows technology had improved enough that he could make himself understood a lot easier with a tablet than the old pad and paper.
What he didn’t anticipate was crossing the street one day and very nearly bouncing off a much larger man. As he reels backwards, eyes wide with shock, his lips form around the name that he can’t give voice to.
Zach?
But Nick dealt with it. That’s what he did when he woke up in a strange place, shirt stained with blood and no idea what had happened or where he’d been. Although he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been somewhere. Somewhere different.
It’s one of the few times that being deaf-mute works to his advantage. Nick can blend into the background as he tries to process the world around him, getting used to a world with so many people again. Maybe he’d go back to school, god knows technology had improved enough that he could make himself understood a lot easier with a tablet than the old pad and paper.
What he didn’t anticipate was crossing the street one day and very nearly bouncing off a much larger man. As he reels backwards, eyes wide with shock, his lips form around the name that he can’t give voice to.
Zach?
