Even with her worry, it was hard to ignore the time passing since her last proper rest. In the end, Tuva's head once again sought the comfort of her seat's headrest. She caught glimpses of stars in the sky, her mind drifting to happier times- the last times she could remember having had the time to take in the night sky, as her eyes began to close, and her worries subsided, at least for the time being.
She woke up in what seemed like no time at all, but what had probably been closer to a few hours, to the sergeant's booming voice over the sound of the motor and the music. The sun had blessed them with the first signs of its existence, and at the sergeant's encouragement she looked out at the world beyond. It was... unremarkable. Dead fields stretched toward the horizon, broken off by tall hills that rose up around them. Then, as the sun began to make its existence known in full, she noticed something that looked like a forest. Then, Fruitia.
They came to a halt, finally, and Tuva wasted no time in getting outside to stretch her legs.
“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”
She was looking around when Jhon approached her.
"Kids are not impervious to have shitty decisions, shitty orders or simply shit happen to us, on the other hand at least we think we know how to clean"
She followed his gaze toward the empty third seat and nodded. She didn't know where the third conscript was, but at this point he was probably better off than them. Hopefully the walk back from the place where he'd jumped out wasn't too long. When the sun rose... Well. She didn't want to be the one caught in the desert without provisions.
"Sadly the welcoming party seems to be otherwise delayed... It could be cute too count how many eyes watch us tonight, if any"
"Eyes?" she turned to him, unsure what he meant. Critters? Scorpions? Or... something else?
As if on cue, she heard the sound like someone dry-heaving from behind the car. Was Gomer having an asthma attack? She stepped around, checking to see if there was anything she could do to help and saw, in lack of a better word, a stranger. Hands raised, well protected against the sun in torn and ragged clothing, the man had his arms raised at the site of them. Tuva, almost instinctively put her hand on her hip where her service gun was fastened, loosening the button that kept it secure as she stepped back.
"Hey, Sarge? Are we expecting company? Because, uh. We have it."
She woke up in what seemed like no time at all, but what had probably been closer to a few hours, to the sergeant's booming voice over the sound of the motor and the music. The sun had blessed them with the first signs of its existence, and at the sergeant's encouragement she looked out at the world beyond. It was... unremarkable. Dead fields stretched toward the horizon, broken off by tall hills that rose up around them. Then, as the sun began to make its existence known in full, she noticed something that looked like a forest. Then, Fruitia.
They came to a halt, finally, and Tuva wasted no time in getting outside to stretch her legs.
“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”
She was looking around when Jhon approached her.
"Kids are not impervious to have shitty decisions, shitty orders or simply shit happen to us, on the other hand at least we think we know how to clean"
She followed his gaze toward the empty third seat and nodded. She didn't know where the third conscript was, but at this point he was probably better off than them. Hopefully the walk back from the place where he'd jumped out wasn't too long. When the sun rose... Well. She didn't want to be the one caught in the desert without provisions.
"Sadly the welcoming party seems to be otherwise delayed... It could be cute too count how many eyes watch us tonight, if any"
"Eyes?" she turned to him, unsure what he meant. Critters? Scorpions? Or... something else?
As if on cue, she heard the sound like someone dry-heaving from behind the car. Was Gomer having an asthma attack? She stepped around, checking to see if there was anything she could do to help and saw, in lack of a better word, a stranger. Hands raised, well protected against the sun in torn and ragged clothing, the man had his arms raised at the site of them. Tuva, almost instinctively put her hand on her hip where her service gun was fastened, loosening the button that kept it secure as she stepped back.
"Hey, Sarge? Are we expecting company? Because, uh. We have it."