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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Revenant
Characters/Pairing: Edward
Rating: T
Length: 559
Summary: The silence was the most unsettling.
The silence was the thing that unsettled Edward the most. It wasn’t that he was unused to silence – in those long stretches of road between cities, where maybe a single vehicle would pass them as they walked dirt paths and through overgrown fields, the silence was natural. There would be the sounds of nature, of Alphonse trudging along behind him dutifully, the regular noises of people as they drew closer to cities, to civilization.
It was all gone now. Even the nature sounds; the natural sounds of animals and the wind through the trees and rain on the roof; they seemed muted and sorrowful. It felt as if the entire world was in mourning.
They rotated the watch – the tiny little compound was as secure as they could make it, but nothing was foolproof. While the ghoulish spectres gathered at the main gate, they could not figure a way around the military vehicles. Even if they grabbed at handholds, none of the dead appeared to have the ability to climb.
That didn’t mean that they were safe from others, though. There were other survivors, there were bound to be. With military outposts all over the city it was disturbing that more people had not come to see if there were any stores of weapons left to be looted. This was their base, right now – and it had to be protected, even against other people.
Edward still felt uneasy handling the rifle. Riza and Claude both had been instructing everyone in the best usage of the long-distance weapon, but Edward had simply never been comfortable with guns. Bladed weapons were more his forte – and as ammunition dwindled they would have to go back to close combat with the flesh-eaters. But while they had this place of sanctuary, there was no reason to risk themselves in that manner.
It was warmer now, the heavy stench of decomposition in the air nearly impossible to avoid. Edward leaned on the lip of the roof, the only light he had to watch by was the waning half-moon. Electricity was a luxury of the past.
The warmth, and light, of the cooking fire was blocked on all sides by the buildings or the military vehicles. Most of those were in deplorable condition, not a single one would be serviceable to drive out of here. It was part of the reason that they were stationary, that they had not opted to move on. Joey had been working as best she could, aided by Alphonse and Fuery, to put an engine together that would run long enough to get their small band out of Central City, and hopefully to safety.
The other reason, Edward figured, was because Mustang was not ready to move on yet.
There were others in the city somewhere – Roy had left them behind, left them holed up with three guns and plenty of ammunition, but when they returned to rescue them there was no sign of the evacuees. Mustang felt guilty, why had they not run across any more survivors? But there was no point to it. Here and now they had to worry about themselves, worry about their own skins and worry about keeping everyone else alive in order to reach some measure of safety in the North.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Revenant
Characters/Pairing: Edward
Rating: T
Length: 559
Summary: The silence was the most unsettling.
The silence was the thing that unsettled Edward the most. It wasn’t that he was unused to silence – in those long stretches of road between cities, where maybe a single vehicle would pass them as they walked dirt paths and through overgrown fields, the silence was natural. There would be the sounds of nature, of Alphonse trudging along behind him dutifully, the regular noises of people as they drew closer to cities, to civilization.
It was all gone now. Even the nature sounds; the natural sounds of animals and the wind through the trees and rain on the roof; they seemed muted and sorrowful. It felt as if the entire world was in mourning.
They rotated the watch – the tiny little compound was as secure as they could make it, but nothing was foolproof. While the ghoulish spectres gathered at the main gate, they could not figure a way around the military vehicles. Even if they grabbed at handholds, none of the dead appeared to have the ability to climb.
That didn’t mean that they were safe from others, though. There were other survivors, there were bound to be. With military outposts all over the city it was disturbing that more people had not come to see if there were any stores of weapons left to be looted. This was their base, right now – and it had to be protected, even against other people.
Edward still felt uneasy handling the rifle. Riza and Claude both had been instructing everyone in the best usage of the long-distance weapon, but Edward had simply never been comfortable with guns. Bladed weapons were more his forte – and as ammunition dwindled they would have to go back to close combat with the flesh-eaters. But while they had this place of sanctuary, there was no reason to risk themselves in that manner.
It was warmer now, the heavy stench of decomposition in the air nearly impossible to avoid. Edward leaned on the lip of the roof, the only light he had to watch by was the waning half-moon. Electricity was a luxury of the past.
The warmth, and light, of the cooking fire was blocked on all sides by the buildings or the military vehicles. Most of those were in deplorable condition, not a single one would be serviceable to drive out of here. It was part of the reason that they were stationary, that they had not opted to move on. Joey had been working as best she could, aided by Alphonse and Fuery, to put an engine together that would run long enough to get their small band out of Central City, and hopefully to safety.
The other reason, Edward figured, was because Mustang was not ready to move on yet.
There were others in the city somewhere – Roy had left them behind, left them holed up with three guns and plenty of ammunition, but when they returned to rescue them there was no sign of the evacuees. Mustang felt guilty, why had they not run across any more survivors? But there was no point to it. Here and now they had to worry about themselves, worry about their own skins and worry about keeping everyone else alive in order to reach some measure of safety in the North.
