Big Dicc Marty
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A reverberating toppled canister, if it weren’t for the mammoth size, questionable use and a little bit of food inside, he wouldn’t be the only rat here.
Taz had contracted a cough from all the smoke building. Having the barrel fire inside kept him warm but he hadn’t quite gotten to the point of finding an opening in the top of this can he called home to vent any of the black poison that continuously built as nights lengthened. He needed to step outside anyways, see if the moon shower it’s pretty mug so he could get a real good look at the shine on his little piece.
After having a secret handshake of a shoulder bash and punch with his door just to crack it open, a small figure stepped out into the industrial waste he inhabited. Just enough light, that little 9mm prize of his finally got its shine back after a week of scavenging for all the right stuff he needed.
Taz stowed it in the once expensive leather jacket he owned, reminiscing on how good it would look as he swaggered down streets lined in neon tubing and dumb people. Better the jacket takes all the damage, though, that undershirt and vest would be a worse loss. While he was at it, might as well smoke. The light still spilling out from his little rust bowl already made any sense of stealth or concealment flee.
He shuffled through his jacket again and retrieved a trampled and ruined pack of cigarettes, flicking the damaged carton open and pulling a twisted roll out, putting it to his lips, and continuing to rummage for his little plastic lighter.
Taz took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled a huff of white, taking the moment to look around at the weird shades and shadows of black his eyes conjured up in the constant anxiety that somebody was watching and wanted a smoke too.
Beau saw the faint glow of the cigarette through the darkness. Shifting into a more comfortable position in his hiding spot that he had been using to spy on the person living inside the silo. The large man breathed into his hands trying to warm them up. He was getting tired of the cold and subpart shelter he was in, a semi collapsed concrete building with no insulation made for a crappy living situation when winter would finally arrive.
After having been watching the man in the silo for the last few days he was convinced that they were mostly harmless and that it was worth approaching them to finally get out of the cold. Worst case though Beau could just shoot him and take the silo for himself.
Standing up the ex police officer checked the ammo in his 9mm pistol and holster it in his waistband behind his back and began walking towards Taz, his arms outstretched “Hey there.” Beau called out.
The little weasel of a man snapped his head at the voice, having been tracking another shadow that just seemed to move. The dim moonlight gave just enough illumination to see how Taz scanned the much more imposing man for anything his silhouette could expose about him. His own voice returned, hoping to buy time. Another person really could make or break his survival and he would rather keep to his own than take the chance.
“Hey… guy.” Taz spoke with a clear uncertainty and skepticism. His hand reached into the leather jacket he stowed his smaller items in, being slow as the little orange dot that was a cigarette rolled between his teeth anxiously. He wasn’t sure if he was going to grab his gun or not and just watched further, keeping his hand nice and warm in the insulated heat of his chest.
Stopping as soon as he saw Taz reach into his pocket the ex police officer kept his hands up and kept a healthy distance between the two “How are you doing? My name’s Beau, what’s yours?” he asked, hoping to keep the situation from escalating into violence.
“Bastard to you.” He responded. This “Beau” certainly isn’t looking to rob him, else his hands wouldn’t look like a bad ending to a protest. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the last wisps of tobacco his little paper roll had to give before it was spat into the rubble cement at his feet.
“What do you want, eh? What’s with ya?” Taz prodded. He still can’t quite confirm if this man had anything on him or not and the corona of light around himself wasn’t keeping the odds even. Maybe it’s some stalker that saw Taz come back with scraps or god forbid watched him go to a stash…
Shrugging Beau looked around like Taz was missing the obvious “Well it’s fucking cold for one and I don’t want to be out here. Second, I’ve been watching you the last couple days and know it’s only you out here, maybe we can work together?” he explained hoping that Taz would listen to reason.
Lovely, a friendly industrial wasteland stalker.
Taz took a look up and down of the man, one more time before shrugging. “Fine, talk inside.” He pulled the ruined pack of cigarettes from his jacket and turned about, stepping into the warm orange light spilling from the silo. Some big dude comes waltzing around, saying “I know it’s just you” and then asks to come inside. The nerve on this guy, I oughta just take his jacket and kick him out.
The small man plopped down next to a pile of burning wood and paper in the small dent center of the silo, he took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, then stored the pack back into the leather jacket hugging his chest.
Beau followed the smaller man, glancing around the silo looking for a tap but finding none. Sitting across from Taz he reached out his hands letting the fire warm him. "So how long have you been here?" He asked, watching Taz light his cigarette.
“Long enough, scrounging through after the first eviction.” The silo rat took a hand and ran his black hair back after setting the carton next to him. “I don’t have food if that’s what you want or were looking for.” Taz added, giving a displeased look at the man sitting across from him. It was clear in his tone of voice that Beau had his seat across the fire only by humanitarian obligation. He took a long drag from the white smoking tendril sitting between his lips, then had a pause. A small moment of clarity.
“Tell you what-” He spoke, a much more friendly tone now. “We gotta make ends meet and I’m assuming you are gonna be staying for a while. Also assuming there’s some reason you came to me, the whole story of ‘just looking for company’ or whatever isn’t very solid. I don’t believe it for a second but I won’t ask questions so long as I wake up in the morning.” Taz shifted, setting his leg over his ankle and resting his elbow on top.
“Do me a favor, been looking at this little area for a bit, one of the ruined factories nearby. Looked to be a food processing plant or something. I haven’t gone after it because it’s covered in a whole lot of shit and I ain’t exactly the strongest.” He gestured to his slim physique. “You, on the other hand, a much bigger man, tougher looking. Take a trip out to that plant tomorrow and see what you can scrounge. We need more than just food and water too, though, be mindful of that. I’ve got a bag you can take, free of charge. Sounds good to you?”
"So I go out and you wait here? I face any danger and do all the work?" Beau said the sarcasm in his voice thick. Leaning back looking unimpressed at the smaller man's offer "How about we go together, you keep watch while I clear a path?" The ex police officer offered.
“It’s not like I’m just gonna sit here, god no. There’s another place I want to check out. Besides, that processing plant is more or less clear unless you got a phobia of rats. It’s easy pickings, I just never had the strength to clear out and get inside. You are strong, right?” Taz seemed uncertain, the man in front of him definitely had the build and showed the muscles but… He’s denying free pickings for very little reason besides the possibility Taz wasn’t going to do anything that day. Taz’s first little probe into the stranger, see how prideful he is.
"I'm strong, yeah. Not scared of rats either, I just didn't like the idea of you sitting here on your hands while I was working." He explained "But if you've got plans to head to another location, I've got no problem with that." Beau smiled hoping diffuse any tension between the two his over reaction might have caused.
“Cool. Hopefully you find something good, any sort of food would be good. I’ll have to see if I can find any paper so I can write you some directions, should be able to see it regardless though.” Taz leaned himself back onto his elbows, bringing his nearly exhausted cigarette to his lips and taking a small breath. He lets a pause hold the air for just a moment. It looks like he has something to say, but it ends with a shrug and a continued silence.
Reaching into his jacket and pulling out some jerky, Beau chewed on it as he listened to Taz explain the plan for tomorrow. Eyeing him when he paused after finishing his smoke, Beau waited a few seconds before speaking "If you've got something to say, go ahead." Taking another bite of jerky he waited patiently for the other man.
“Nah, nothing to say.” Taz responded. He would have asked who the stalker was, curious to know where he came from, what he did before a warm metal silo was home. Always one of those things that delayed his sleep. “There might be some guys hanging around, be careful. Keep a gun on hand just in case, might be lucky to take some loot off them if that is how you play.”
“I think I saw signs of those guys, I’ll see what I can do if I run across them.” Beau shifted his position again laying down on his side “So do you want to take the first watch or should I?” he asked, stifling a yawn.
“You go ahead to sleep, I still gotta scrounge for whatever paper I might have and get you those directions.” The little cigarette butt remaining in Taz’s mouth was discarded into the dwindling fire. A groan of effort and twist of his torso brought him up onto his feet and let him take a few steps away. “Night, princess.” He mocked jokingly with a chuckle following him out of the door and into the wash of a cool night.
“Good night.” he said through a chuckle, turning on his side Beau fell asleep. It wasn’t the good kind of sleep, tossing and turning it was clear the man was stuck in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up. He saw the faces that haunted him, the pools of blood around him, the body he cradled in his hands holding so gently he was scared he’d break them even more. After what seemed like forever Beau jolted awake with a cry and covered in a cold sweat.
One big metal cylinder with a completely black interior and only the little grey pile in the center that once was a fire. Taz was noticeably absent from the silo with the “door” shut closed. Almost unnervingly quiet, a small gust of wind pushing the metal home every now and then to break the complete silence.
Getting up Beau stretched trying to get purged of the stiffness of his joints, looking to the door he checked his pocket finding everything still there. Quietly happy that everything was still there the ex police officer made for the door and opened it. Walking out of the silo to find Taz or some sign of the small man while chewing on another piece of jerky.
Taz had contracted a cough from all the smoke building. Having the barrel fire inside kept him warm but he hadn’t quite gotten to the point of finding an opening in the top of this can he called home to vent any of the black poison that continuously built as nights lengthened. He needed to step outside anyways, see if the moon shower it’s pretty mug so he could get a real good look at the shine on his little piece.
After having a secret handshake of a shoulder bash and punch with his door just to crack it open, a small figure stepped out into the industrial waste he inhabited. Just enough light, that little 9mm prize of his finally got its shine back after a week of scavenging for all the right stuff he needed.
Taz stowed it in the once expensive leather jacket he owned, reminiscing on how good it would look as he swaggered down streets lined in neon tubing and dumb people. Better the jacket takes all the damage, though, that undershirt and vest would be a worse loss. While he was at it, might as well smoke. The light still spilling out from his little rust bowl already made any sense of stealth or concealment flee.
He shuffled through his jacket again and retrieved a trampled and ruined pack of cigarettes, flicking the damaged carton open and pulling a twisted roll out, putting it to his lips, and continuing to rummage for his little plastic lighter.
Taz took the cigarette from his lips and exhaled a huff of white, taking the moment to look around at the weird shades and shadows of black his eyes conjured up in the constant anxiety that somebody was watching and wanted a smoke too.
Beau saw the faint glow of the cigarette through the darkness. Shifting into a more comfortable position in his hiding spot that he had been using to spy on the person living inside the silo. The large man breathed into his hands trying to warm them up. He was getting tired of the cold and subpart shelter he was in, a semi collapsed concrete building with no insulation made for a crappy living situation when winter would finally arrive.
After having been watching the man in the silo for the last few days he was convinced that they were mostly harmless and that it was worth approaching them to finally get out of the cold. Worst case though Beau could just shoot him and take the silo for himself.
Standing up the ex police officer checked the ammo in his 9mm pistol and holster it in his waistband behind his back and began walking towards Taz, his arms outstretched “Hey there.” Beau called out.
The little weasel of a man snapped his head at the voice, having been tracking another shadow that just seemed to move. The dim moonlight gave just enough illumination to see how Taz scanned the much more imposing man for anything his silhouette could expose about him. His own voice returned, hoping to buy time. Another person really could make or break his survival and he would rather keep to his own than take the chance.
“Hey… guy.” Taz spoke with a clear uncertainty and skepticism. His hand reached into the leather jacket he stowed his smaller items in, being slow as the little orange dot that was a cigarette rolled between his teeth anxiously. He wasn’t sure if he was going to grab his gun or not and just watched further, keeping his hand nice and warm in the insulated heat of his chest.
Stopping as soon as he saw Taz reach into his pocket the ex police officer kept his hands up and kept a healthy distance between the two “How are you doing? My name’s Beau, what’s yours?” he asked, hoping to keep the situation from escalating into violence.
“Bastard to you.” He responded. This “Beau” certainly isn’t looking to rob him, else his hands wouldn’t look like a bad ending to a protest. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the last wisps of tobacco his little paper roll had to give before it was spat into the rubble cement at his feet.
“What do you want, eh? What’s with ya?” Taz prodded. He still can’t quite confirm if this man had anything on him or not and the corona of light around himself wasn’t keeping the odds even. Maybe it’s some stalker that saw Taz come back with scraps or god forbid watched him go to a stash…
Shrugging Beau looked around like Taz was missing the obvious “Well it’s fucking cold for one and I don’t want to be out here. Second, I’ve been watching you the last couple days and know it’s only you out here, maybe we can work together?” he explained hoping that Taz would listen to reason.
Lovely, a friendly industrial wasteland stalker.
Taz took a look up and down of the man, one more time before shrugging. “Fine, talk inside.” He pulled the ruined pack of cigarettes from his jacket and turned about, stepping into the warm orange light spilling from the silo. Some big dude comes waltzing around, saying “I know it’s just you” and then asks to come inside. The nerve on this guy, I oughta just take his jacket and kick him out.
The small man plopped down next to a pile of burning wood and paper in the small dent center of the silo, he took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, then stored the pack back into the leather jacket hugging his chest.
Beau followed the smaller man, glancing around the silo looking for a tap but finding none. Sitting across from Taz he reached out his hands letting the fire warm him. "So how long have you been here?" He asked, watching Taz light his cigarette.
“Long enough, scrounging through after the first eviction.” The silo rat took a hand and ran his black hair back after setting the carton next to him. “I don’t have food if that’s what you want or were looking for.” Taz added, giving a displeased look at the man sitting across from him. It was clear in his tone of voice that Beau had his seat across the fire only by humanitarian obligation. He took a long drag from the white smoking tendril sitting between his lips, then had a pause. A small moment of clarity.
“Tell you what-” He spoke, a much more friendly tone now. “We gotta make ends meet and I’m assuming you are gonna be staying for a while. Also assuming there’s some reason you came to me, the whole story of ‘just looking for company’ or whatever isn’t very solid. I don’t believe it for a second but I won’t ask questions so long as I wake up in the morning.” Taz shifted, setting his leg over his ankle and resting his elbow on top.
“Do me a favor, been looking at this little area for a bit, one of the ruined factories nearby. Looked to be a food processing plant or something. I haven’t gone after it because it’s covered in a whole lot of shit and I ain’t exactly the strongest.” He gestured to his slim physique. “You, on the other hand, a much bigger man, tougher looking. Take a trip out to that plant tomorrow and see what you can scrounge. We need more than just food and water too, though, be mindful of that. I’ve got a bag you can take, free of charge. Sounds good to you?”
"So I go out and you wait here? I face any danger and do all the work?" Beau said the sarcasm in his voice thick. Leaning back looking unimpressed at the smaller man's offer "How about we go together, you keep watch while I clear a path?" The ex police officer offered.
“It’s not like I’m just gonna sit here, god no. There’s another place I want to check out. Besides, that processing plant is more or less clear unless you got a phobia of rats. It’s easy pickings, I just never had the strength to clear out and get inside. You are strong, right?” Taz seemed uncertain, the man in front of him definitely had the build and showed the muscles but… He’s denying free pickings for very little reason besides the possibility Taz wasn’t going to do anything that day. Taz’s first little probe into the stranger, see how prideful he is.
"I'm strong, yeah. Not scared of rats either, I just didn't like the idea of you sitting here on your hands while I was working." He explained "But if you've got plans to head to another location, I've got no problem with that." Beau smiled hoping diffuse any tension between the two his over reaction might have caused.
“Cool. Hopefully you find something good, any sort of food would be good. I’ll have to see if I can find any paper so I can write you some directions, should be able to see it regardless though.” Taz leaned himself back onto his elbows, bringing his nearly exhausted cigarette to his lips and taking a small breath. He lets a pause hold the air for just a moment. It looks like he has something to say, but it ends with a shrug and a continued silence.
Reaching into his jacket and pulling out some jerky, Beau chewed on it as he listened to Taz explain the plan for tomorrow. Eyeing him when he paused after finishing his smoke, Beau waited a few seconds before speaking "If you've got something to say, go ahead." Taking another bite of jerky he waited patiently for the other man.
“Nah, nothing to say.” Taz responded. He would have asked who the stalker was, curious to know where he came from, what he did before a warm metal silo was home. Always one of those things that delayed his sleep. “There might be some guys hanging around, be careful. Keep a gun on hand just in case, might be lucky to take some loot off them if that is how you play.”
“I think I saw signs of those guys, I’ll see what I can do if I run across them.” Beau shifted his position again laying down on his side “So do you want to take the first watch or should I?” he asked, stifling a yawn.
“You go ahead to sleep, I still gotta scrounge for whatever paper I might have and get you those directions.” The little cigarette butt remaining in Taz’s mouth was discarded into the dwindling fire. A groan of effort and twist of his torso brought him up onto his feet and let him take a few steps away. “Night, princess.” He mocked jokingly with a chuckle following him out of the door and into the wash of a cool night.
“Good night.” he said through a chuckle, turning on his side Beau fell asleep. It wasn’t the good kind of sleep, tossing and turning it was clear the man was stuck in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up. He saw the faces that haunted him, the pools of blood around him, the body he cradled in his hands holding so gently he was scared he’d break them even more. After what seemed like forever Beau jolted awake with a cry and covered in a cold sweat.
One big metal cylinder with a completely black interior and only the little grey pile in the center that once was a fire. Taz was noticeably absent from the silo with the “door” shut closed. Almost unnervingly quiet, a small gust of wind pushing the metal home every now and then to break the complete silence.
Getting up Beau stretched trying to get purged of the stiffness of his joints, looking to the door he checked his pocket finding everything still there. Quietly happy that everything was still there the ex police officer made for the door and opened it. Walking out of the silo to find Taz or some sign of the small man while chewing on another piece of jerky.