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open | i heard a scream in the woods somewhere

Who: Kieren Walker + You!
What: Kieren struggles with the consequences of his Free Runner Feat.
When: The Month of February
Where: Milton; Milton wilds.

Content Warnings: Will be listed in individual prompts.

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[Chloe remembers how desperate she’d been when her hoarded supplies had run out. This kid has been starving for way longer than she’d held out.]

Yeah, I don't blame you for that. Can you… [How do you say it.] Do you have to eat them raw? I'm sure it'd feel a little less… like this… if you were eating a cooked meal in your house.

[She says, as she's eating raw meat next to him. At this point she's kind of had to embrace being a freak, but that doesn't mean everyone wants to.]

A shadow? You think someone was stalking you?

[ If only the ground could just swallow him up right now. Let him jump back in his grave again, thanks. Kieren's head drops, mortified and disgusted all at once. ]

I— [ Cringing. So much cringing. ] I dunno. I've... I've just only even eaten it raw. S'not exactly something you really wanna bring to the dinner table though, is it?

[ Roast brains with veg and mash. Wonderful. And god— he has no room to talk, but this is just... so gross. He's trying not to look to closely at her eating. ]

Not think. I knew they were. [ He shakes his head. ] It... it, um— it was a person. Looked... just like me.

Not so weird so long as it's animal, is it? Lots of places they eat animal brains.

[Cooking a human brain might be a bit much but that's more because you'd know it's human than anything else.]

Oh. I haven't seen anything like that. Did it talk or anything?

I... guess. I suppose I haven't really thought about it.

[ He's.. really not wanted to, in all honesty. Thinking about brains in general is something he'd rather have far from his mind. Animal or otherwise. ]

No. Just... hung around. Nobody else could see it. It was... weird. Bad weird. [ He swallows thickly. ] It, um— it made me feel like shit.

I don't blame you for that. I wouldn't want to be stalked by myself either.

[No offence to this kid but it seems like feeling like shit is pretty normal for him.]

Anyway, it's not you, you know that now. It's this place forcing shit on us again.

When I'm not… doing this… [Eating animals straight out of the snare.] I do a bit of trapping for Louis at the store. I bet he’d give you what you need in a way that sucks less.

Don't reckon anyone would. We're not exactly the most cheeriest of bunches here.

[ Chloe, you have no idea just how extremely normal it is to be feeling like shit all the time for him. ]

.... Yeah.

[ He exhales it, sounds so defeated about it. Man, fuck this place. ]

Mm, sure that'll go down well. [ He jerks his head a little, his voice shifting into a mockingly cheerful tone that is... incredibly out of place for him. ] 'Hello, shopkeep! Two pounds of your finest deer brain, please!' I know this place is weird and stuff, but like... come on.

[Chloe looks over at the boy crouching next to her with the rabbit head, blood and tear tracks on his face.]

Worse than this, you reckon? If someone else who didn't have to do this had found you?

I'd rather not die— [ He wants to get home, he wants to get back to his family. ] but dying's the thing to worry about least. They kill people like me back home.

[ He's quiet for a long while, considering. What's worse? Things kicking off, things getting ugly. People getting hurt. He... he has people he knows, here. Friends. ]

... A witch hunt. [ He answers quietly. ] That's how people get hurt.

[That’s something Chloe has been a bit afraid of too - there’s a reason she eats in the forest and not in town - but hearing it from him, she frowns.]

It doesn't have to be. There are other people like us, who have this power and know its downsides. We can help each other.

D'you think they'd be as chill knowing one of them's a zombie?

[ Like sure, if there's a whole bunch of them chowing down on raw rabbits and shit in the woods, that's one thing. But... zombies are a whole other thing. ]

I don't see why not. If anything you've got more of a reason to be out here than we do.

[After all, he doesn't have the choice to eat anything else.]

[ Okay, that answer surprises him. He's not entirely sure what to say. The acceptance of it is... almost uncomfortable for him. ]

You... do realise people kill people like me, yeah? Not to mention we don't have a stellar track record in media, either. [ That moment when you walk in and your baby sister's shooting up zombies in a video game. ] Zombies... evil... undead monsters. Yeah?

Well, I don't know, do I? Only found out zombies were real about five minutes ago. But you don't seem like a monster to me.

[He seems like a kid who’s going through it. It's not the same of course, but Chloe knows what it's like to be a teen who thinks there's something hideous and ultimately unfixable about yourself. Combined with her current situation it makes her sympathetic to what he's going through.]

Yeah, but you have video games and movies. We're not exactly the 'good guys' in those.

[ But he falls quiet for a moment, considering it. But you don't seem like a monster to me. It sits like a stone within him. He doesn't want to be a monster, but it doesn't change the fact he is one. But— he gets it. Hickey had told him that people would see him as Kieren, it'd be the best shot he'd have when they found out about the whole 'zombie thing'. ]

I just... I just want to be me. I'm just... Kieren. [ Even with what Hickey told him, he still wants that. Even with the horrible things he's done, even when he knows he's a monster — he's just Kieren. ] But... thanks, for not thinking I'm a monster.

[Chloe shrugs.] People who look like me aren't usually good guys in video games and movies, either. Besides, you don't seem half as bitey as most of those guys.

If you don't want to ask people, I could bring you stuff when I hunt. If you want. [She doesn't eat the brains anyway.]

[ Kieren's eyebrows raise at that. ... Well, that's shit. There's a little wince, but he inhales. ]

Yeah, not really a habit anymore. [ Thank Christ. There's a pause, and he's taken aback at the offer. ] You'd do that? Like it's fine? I mean— do you... do you want anything back?

[ It's not exactly like he can pay her. ]

[Chloe shrugs.] I never got the chance to go to, like… normal Canada. Before. But from what I understand, that's the way the people these lands belong to live on them, right? Use every piece of your catch. I can't eat the brain, so right now it just goes to waste.

If you want ‘em regular I might charge to go out there and hunt, but I don't mind giving you stuff I already caught.

... I guess that makes sense. [ Hey, it won't go to waste now. But Kieren instantly cringes at the thought — eyes closing for a moment. God, he really fucking hates this. Fuck his entire life. ]

Okay. [ He nods, resigned. ] Um, I'd... really appreciate that. Thanks. I can... let you know if I need you to go out...? But just... I guess whatever you have right now's fine. I don't exactly know how much I'll need.

“I usually do this every couple of days. Keeps me normal when I'm eating with other people.” She really is afraid of people cutting her off when things get tight if they know she needs more than other people.

“I’ll drop ‘em by. Want me to walk you home?” They're both a little bloody at this point but it's fine.

[ Kieren nods. That sounds pretty fair, actually. Couple of days. He hopes he won't need too much. He hopes. ]

... Alright. [ He nods again. ] Yeah.

[ Definitely more than a little bloody. Kieren's hesitant, moving to wipe his hands in the snow. He doesn't dare wipe at his face. Even in the dark, he's worried about wiping off his cover up mousse and someone else seeing him.

It's better than nothing, but only then he's fine to finally get to his feet to leave. ]

[Chloe holds out a hand in case he needs it, then starts off toward town. If anyone sees them and gets alarmed about it, well, that's what her handgun is for.]

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I think we can wrap here