[hr][center][color=808B96][color=ff00f5][h2][b]Yony[/b][/h2][/color] Southeastern Mir - The 'Fall' [/color][/center]
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The youth had darted forward, jamming the bar into the planes now jammed door and wrenching on it as if trying to get into to plane rather than get anyone out.  The rust on the bar started to cut through the wrapping on his hands but he kept going, remember how valuable any parts for machinery had become at the height of an occupation that had held his home.  Even though it felt like a lifetime ago he knew the same would apply to, wherever this was.

The shout made him pause, glancing at the other person to see if it came from them.  The woman’s eyes were glowing like two sapphires. Yonath’s eyes softened for a moment.

He knew that light.  

That light had swept away the plague that destroyed everything.  

The boy stopped his assault and stepped aside, looking at the woman curiously.  He had found so many bodies but it never occurred to him that…  But they’d seen so many worlds where similar phenomena happened, it was likely just a coincidence.

[i]‘I didn’t mean to say that.’[/i]

His own failed apology hung in his brain mockingly.  Maybe, if there was even a tiny chance. 

He tensed up, wincing as the tree slammed down, trying his best to shield his face from flying debris and branches.  The boy’s senses returned and with it rolled eyes and a grumble looking at the carnage of what was to be spare parts.

He’d dug out worse wrecks before and came away with more than a few amount of fixable pieces to trade and use.  Logistics formed in his head, something resembling a shovel had to have survived the survived the wreck, he must have just missed it in his delirium.  Another trip down would yield more useful items, shovels and struts maybe even more medical supplies and weapons.  

"You're hurt!  And those bandages are so messy.  Let's get you cleaned up and those bandages redone, okay?"

The woman was far too close for him, almost in his face.  He started shrinking away, but yet was searching her eyes.  Trying to find something, but it was completely gone now.  He started to worm away from her but suddenly stopped after hearing Max.

“Fuck you lot doin’ out in this mess, anyhow? Fuckin’ Fall is for ferals and fuckheads, not little girls and lets.”

He relented and let her work to undo the sloppily done and now stretched out elastic bandage, the antibiotic ointment from the prior day would be worn off anyway.  There was no real reason not to let her waste her supplies when his own were already half gone.  His callous expression returned, turning his head to Max and answering the question in a mutter with three words.

“Jou moeder, moffie.”

He looked back, eyes widening, the light seemed to be returning, though it seemed more white this time.  The woman’s eyes seemed to glow again, brighter and brighter, maybe hearing [i]him [/i]woke it up.  Maybe he just needed to… 

As Taffy was finally able to work, pulling the old bandages off, the boy suddenly collapsed backward.  Falling to the ground unconscious.