#lwdevent03

[apocalyptic-batman]

An Absurd Ailment || Open

There are times in the apocalypse when you forget about the small things. You remember that you have to eat, sleep, and try to keep out of the elements. And in this day and age, you remember that you might have to fight off some fungi infected bodies that were once people; people who you might have known well or not at all. However, sometimes you forget the privileges of things like medicine and good hygiene. You forget that you are still susceptible to illness. Especially something as basic as a sinus infection. 

Matthew decides to leave the market particularly early today, as in the sun is still shining. Usually, this is only reserved for emergencies or days that he and his sister makes plans. But today, his nose is running, his head is starting to throb, he feels a tightness in his chest, and a unnatural level of fatigue seems to have taken over. He grimaces as he takes a deep breath and walks down one of the many side streets, which are often a courtesy of a city as large as Atlanta. Even their college campus are gigantic. Everything really is bigger in the south, he muses. 

As he’s walking, he notices a figure perched on a railing of an abandoned staircase. Not something he normally sees at this time of day. All the others are in the market or simply hiding in their homes. It seems that the illness as affected more than one might think. 

“Careful, out here.” He says. “Didn’t you hear about the big scary sinus infection going ‘round?” 

#lwdevent03 #paras #events #an absurd ailment #lwdstart

[aiden-lwdrp]

Event || Sinus Infection

Aiden stares into the mirror in front of him. The bags under his eyes are swollen and a bit glassy. When he touches them gently they ache with soreness. His nose is stuffy, and he sniffles pathetically. It's a fucking shame that there wasn't enough antibiotics to go around. To have to bid at an auction for medicine to better the conditions of anyone suffering from this? He can't say he agrees with it, but that's how things are in the QZ. He didn't have many ration cards and didn't want to risk losing them all, either. So now, Aiden gets to deal with feeling this awful.

His reflection stands in front of him, wavering and looking distorted as he blinks tired eyes. He can hardly focus. He definitely looks as shitty as he feels. There's no doubt about it that Aiden caught the sinus infection that spread throughout Atlanta. The conditions they live under aren't one hundred percent sanitary enough to keep the infection off. It was bound to happen. Smoking cigarettes didn't help, and now he didn't even feel the urge to break into his newest pack. A luxury being sick made unenjoyable.

"God damn," he mutters beneath his breath and spits into the sink under the mirror. Oh, yup. Green. Ew. Aiden scrunches his nose and washes it down the drain while deciding to retire to his bed. Hopefully Rodney and Bobbie were better off. He hopes they don't see him. He doesn't want to whine and be a nuisance. And wait, fuck. He's supposed to fight tomorrow and now he can't. Or, he probably shouldn't...

Maybe he can take a day to care for himself. Fighting sick will just slow his movements. He'll get his ass beat for sure. Fuck, he was even too tired to jack off under his blankets to pass time while bed ridden, how can he expect himself to raise his fists to someone. Well, there goes a potential ration card win. This sucks, Aiden thinks grumpily as he saunters back to his bed. He has things he wants to do, and when life is already miserable being confined to your bed is ten times worse. Mom used to sit by his bedside and feed him soup and put a wet and cold cloth on his forehead. And she would pet his messy blonde hair while he whined a bit desperately and asked her to make him feel better. That's what moms do, after all. Aiden doesn't have that anymore. Now he's sitting on his bedside, elbows planted on his knees, and he stares at the ground.

He needs to sleep, or something. But he also probably should go spend some of his ration cards on full, heavy meals to give his body energy to fight off the sinus infection. He can't even find the will to stand himself on his own two feet. Aiden groans with a cough and leans back on his mattress. It's going to be a long couple of days...

#lwdevent03 #para away #self para

[aboyandamask]

Fuck Everything [Aiden & Bobbie]

Aiden wanted to die.

He wanted to die because not only had he been forced to miss a fight, but he'd been forced to miss that fight because his body was currently divesting itself of all the liquid in it through his nose.

The groan that sounded from his mouth as he attempted to rise was ungodly. Maybe it was best to just... not try to get up... at all.

He could only lay around for so long, though, and that thought was what finally made him force himself to sit up. Besides, the snot was becoming a problem, and he figured he ought to fetch something new to blow his nose with.

Trudging slowly toward his kitchen--which was, admittedly, a bit in disrepair, but wasn't his entire apartment?--he searched for paper towels or something, anything to control the wreckage of his sinuses. One bad thing about the apocalypse: no fucking paper products. They became a secondary concern after shit like food and water and shelter.

Fuck that. When he got himself out of this, he was going to fucking stockpile paper towels and toilet paper and napkins, everything. And when another wave of awfulness hit, he'd make a fortune.

Luckily, he did manage to find a half-used roll of paper towels under the kitchen sink. Pressing one of the sheets to his nose, he took a grateful blow into it.

So that was done. Now he just needed to figure out how to survive the rest of the day like this.

#fuck everything #heh #lwdevent03

[mildmiller]

Nothing to Worry About [Tommy & Joel]

Tommy was worried.

He was usually a little bit concerned at all times, but when he awoke that morning, the knot in his stomach was twisted a little bit tighter than usual. It was just one word that had him in such a state, one word whispered upon a thousand lips: infection.

It just made him nervous. Though it would've been nice to have been desensitized to disease, what with the whole worldwide-infection-decimating-the-population thing, he couldn't help but dwell on the possibilities that lied in another infection. Maybe this new strain would finally put an end to humanity's desperate bid to survive; maybe this one was here to finish off what the last wasn't.

He knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that "infection" didn't mean brain infection, and yet he worried on.

Maybe the best way to stop the fear was to occupy himself.

Luckily he had just the thing. He left the Miller apartment ready for the adventure ahead, whatever that entailed, and tried to put thoughts besides the job at hand out of his mind.

It was just smuggling some food--not a big deal, right? And maybe he and Joel could actually find some antibiotics beyond the wall or something. There was hope... he just had to keep holding onto it.

With some trepidation, Tommy approached the designated meeting spot, hoping Joel would show up sooner or later. Joel had left much earlier than Tommy that morning, but before he'd gone they'd agreed to meet here.

He just hoped gathering the supplies had gone well.

#nothing to worry about #lwdevent03