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Re: Thirst Will Drive You Mad
Date: 2012-04-23 04:22 am (UTC)Suddenly, the Courier stopped dead in her tracks. “Boone,” she said after a moment, “Hand me your rifle, quick!” Boone just stared at her dumbly, too tired and angry to comprehend what she had just asked. With a haughty look of exasperation, the Courier began tugging at the rifle slung across Boone’s back. Numbly, he raised his hands to let her take it off, like a child who still has to have his clothes changed for him. She raised the rifle and peered down the scope into the distance. Dully, Boone looked in the same general direction, but he couldn’t see anything more than cacti and shimmering air.
“A building,” the Courier said in a low tone laced with hope. “God, Boone, I think it’s a building. Please, please don’t let me be imagining things!”
XxXxX
It was a gas station, crumbling and whitewashed by the sun. The Courier tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Frustration and desperation boiling over, she rammed the door with her shoulder once, twice, until the dry-rotted wood cracked around the hinges and she was able to push the door down. They entered the building, and they were white blinded as they exited the harsh desert sun and entered the gloom. Boone’s eyes adjusted first thanks to his sunglasses, and blinking rapidly, he tried to dispel the last of the white sun spots clouding his vision. As he surveyed the interior he swallowed with a dry click. He might be batshit crazy from the dehydration and exhaustion, or they may be standing in a fully stocked gas station convenience store. He took two steps forward with wooden legs and reached out to touch a can setting upon the shelf. The metal felt cool underneath of his fingertips—and most importantly, real.
Both Boone and the Courier wasted no time or words in getting jars and packets open and stuffing their face.
XxXxX
Sometime later, Boone and the Courier sat in the gloom of the store, resting. The last of the day was fading into the horizon and the turgid air of the Mojave was beginning to cool and lighten now that it was free from the sun. The Courier laughed suddenly. Boone turned to look at her as she sat laughing on the counter. “Had you worried there, didn’t I?” she said in a light manner. “You thought we were done for. Admit it. I’ll take my apology now, Boone.”
“You almost got us killed.”
“But I spotted the station. I saved us,” she pointed out.
“We wouldn’t have needed saving if you’d have just followed the map,” Boone said testily. The Courier shrugged her shoulders as if that were a moot point.
“So no thank you then? How ungrateful, Boone. You’d have missed this place by a mile if I hadn’t been here. And probably died in the desert to boot.” Boone didn’t think about getting up, grabbing the Courier by the front of her shirt, and pinning her against the wall, but somehow he found himself doing all of those things with lightening quick speed. The Courier squeaked as the breath was knocked out of her. Boone had her pinned with his forearm across her windpipe and he didn’t even consider stopping the gentle pressure he was applying. The only thing he felt right now was satisfaction at having shut her the hell up.