Interlude
Food
Old Man was hungry. It felt like forever since his last meal. What, an hour? Two even? Friend was sitting, eating something that smelled delicious. Crazy Hair sat next to her, both in the seats usually reserved for Man and Dark. Neither had been around in a long time.
The food smelled delicious, steaming and fresh, and everyone had some. Old Man just sat under the table, until Crazy Hair stood on it. He took the opportunity to take her seat, and snatch the food off her plate. A bone, with meat all over it. Old Manâs mouth watered as he took it to the far end, and started to gnaw at the meat.
Outlet
As Dixie rode through atlanta, she couldnât tell why people had possibly wanted to escape to the city. David and her were leaving now, but in the few days they spent there, the whole place was a mess. Theyâd gone to Athens early on, but the last time it was a warzone, with a large battle at the Georgia Square mall.
Atlanta was a sea of the dead, the pair were lucky to escape on I75. Traffic was bad going in and out, but the HOV lane made it bearable. Occasionally David had to weave his way through all the stationary vehicles. At least Insurance no longer exists.
âAny interest in an outlet mall, my fair Dixie.â David asked, pointing to a sign on the far side of the road. He slowed the car, to look at her. Gods I love that man.
âWhy yes, sir David, âGigantic Mallâ Sounds simply divine.â She said in the same shitty exaggerated British accent. The parking lot wasnât as crowded as she would have expected. They grabbed a handicap spot, and started on the end furthest from the car. Crocs.
âThoughts?â David asked, wearing the largest pair of crocs sheâd ever seen.
âIâd join your circus,â Dixie chuckled, grabbing her own. They left with two pairs each, and walked into some generic shoe store.
âOh shit they have those contractor shoes from when I worked pest control.â David said, sitting down with a box and trying them on.
Dixie got herself some shoes similar, of the womenâs variety. âGodawful pink, but they fit well.â
âThatâs great.â David smiled, and Dixie saw him glance at her legs before he met her eyes.
Next was Lodge. How do they still have stores? They went under years ago. Nonetheless, they spent half an hour browsing cast iron pots and pans. David grabbed an abandoned shopping cart, and loaded it up with goods.
After unloading the cart into the carâs trunk, Dixie got some things from a womenâs apparel store, then joined David in walking across the lot, to Leviâs. It was sandwiched between Academy and bass pro, and right next to Wrangler.
âThis is better than I expected, Usually they only have the shit thatâs cut poorly.â Dixie stripped off her extremely worn and scarcely washed jeans, for something more form fitting. Dixie grabbed a vest from the back, actual leather.
Dixie couldnât be seen from the menâs section, but she could hear David reply, âAgreed. I can actually stock up. Iâve never had more than two pairs of jeans in my life.â
They left Levis, now entering Academy. This turned into quite the boring shopping spree. She felt like she should shake it up. David loaded the buggy with guns and ammunition, but as he passed the fitting rooms, Dixie yanked him away from the buggy.
âThe fuck?â
âJust shut up.â Dixie said, pulling the door shut. Her vest came off first, and the rest was a blur.
Conclave
Kal didnât much like Xav. The lights were inadequate this low. The inface of each Terra lacked the light the stars provided, even through the holes, the lower outfaces had more light at night.
But it was where most Umbrir liked to meet. Karthas was the first face he saw. Sleek and young, small scales that made up her skin dimpled in a smile. Kal sat down across from her, nodding to the two others. Aeola, of Aethere, and Greâl, of Terradine. Neither were human, of course, but they were raised and spent the majority of their time there.
Both were older than Kal or Karthas, by a good thousand years. Older generations. Most of the time they stayed in one place, but the younger, Kalâs age, moved around constantly. Itâs why they knew of Kraia, and other planets theyâd yet to colonize. Hopefully that changes.
âOkay, I spoke with the others, but wanted your input, Kal.â Karthas said, when Kal nodded she continued. âThe northern demigods have been making their way south.â
âDamn. Well, that means we need to alert Ironsoul.â The name sounded funny when spoken, as did all things on Earth. Kal preferred Terradine.
âAlready done.â
âGood. Origins it would be bad if Vekka gained control.â Kal said, eyeing Aeola. He hadnât met her more than twice, but she was a very quiet type.
âIt would. As we discussed with Karthas, we were going to send one of us there, but I feel it pressing enough to send two.â Greâl said, sitting down his drink.
Karthas blushed deeply when Kal caught her looking at him. Kal nodded at Greâl. âWho are you sending?â
Aeola chuckled, and replied for Greâl. âYou and Karthas. Who better?â Her voice was not as scratchy as he expected, lighter in tone too.
âAlso the other issues we have, both here on Xav, and with the goldwings on Aethere are pretty well covered.â Greâl added.
âAnd Oran?â Kal asked, not trying to avoid staying on Earth with Karthas, but the devils on Oran were a horrible unknown.
âEarth takes priority.â Greâl said, âYou and Karthas will go to earth, stay with the demigods, and give them success.â
âUnderstood.â Karthas and Kal said in unison. This could be fun.
Luck
When Jeremy awoke from his blackout, the entire casino was dark. He thought himself blind, as he had such a nasty headache, and couldnât see. People were yelling, Jeremy couldnât quite grasp the words they said, but footsteps thundered all around.
He stood, trying to look around, but his eyes were slow to adjust. Why would the exit lights be off? It was New Vegas, and though not in the Utah federation, it still had legal mandates to keep the signal light for the exit on. Regardless, he sought out the exit. How long have I been in here?
It took three hours to find the exit. Casinos were always mazes. The light blinded Jeremy, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw the manic scene. Cars filled the streets, people shouted, but the traffic never moved. Others abandoned their vehicles and began to walk to god knows where. Children cried, Jeremy rolled his eyes. Just shut them up.
He walked across the street, to his hotel. The light were out, and the staff were gone, but the emergency lights were on, so everything was dim. The elevator didnât work for obvious reasons, so Jeremy walked up the stairs. He passed the signs for floors 12 and 14, skipping 13 altogether. Finally, after what felt like hours and made his bones ache, Jeremy got to the 16th. He walked down the dim hallway, which seemed to extend forever.
He found his room door open, a cleaning cart in the hallway. Dammit I had a sign on the knob. Useless people. He rolled the cart out of his way, and didnât find anyone in his hotel room. He leaned back in his chair, unable to use the TV in the blackout.
Jeremy heard sounds outside his door a couple hours later. Cleaning staff finishing their work? No, maybe another guest. He opened his door, only to be met with teeth.