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Death stared at the murky sky with watchful eyes, their neon green
glow piercing the clouds as he waited. He did not see a Radiation
storm yet, but these things always appeared when least expected.
He lifted himself off of the creaky old bed and pushed past
the door, traveling down the steps to check on those
he watched over. He waved his paws to pull forth a
book, from almost non-existence, to examine the supplies
that they had.
"I need to speak to Nordanna about restocking..." A stray
comment, a quiet murmur, from the canine's lips. "I'd better see
how Crimson's herb stores are doing too..."
The old pen was used to mark what was most needed,
and what could wait. Food and med-packs, any herbs
Crimson required, maybe they could chase the Ghouls
out of the nearby Supermarket and use it to
gather some food and fresh water...
"Lord Death, can I help with gathering?" The young
mind-reader pawed over, looking up at the larger canine,
who huffed. "Maybe the Supermarket attack?"
"You are too young to take on Ghouls, kid." A rather
flat statement, as he closed the book. "Your
powers can only do telepathy and weak telekenisis."
"Yeah...but Ghouls are stupid, I'd just need Babs
to fly me somewhere high, give me some rocks,
and I can pelt them."
"Ghouls are climbers, Blizzard. You'd be dead in a
few minutes."
"Ugh. What can I do then?"
"Run along and see who wants you to help them,
I need to organize a raid."