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[117]

[chief moves to be a shield between jackson's body and the shadows, letting the boy catch his breath. before long, he's kneeling at jackson's side, hand comforting on his back.]

Good job. You're alive.

[adoptalizard]

[ He's heaving breaths for a while, but there's a pat on his back and holy shit, is chief actually approving of him? Or showing any kind of kindness? And that day the Grinch's heart grew just a little bit bigger, and Jackson might have entertained the thought of actually placing value in someone that isn't Wesley or Allison or Lydia. ]

For now. [ There's a breathless laugh, shaking his head. ] Thanks for the light.

[117]

[chief is stern because he is honest. he's been raised to meet only the highest of expectations, and ever since then it's been that if he fails a mission it's a critical mission failure.

but he's also known for his soft spot for his fellow soldiers. he's not a machine, though people would have him think it.]

You'll be fine. [he pulls him up by the arm.] Come on, lets keep moving.

[adoptalizard]

[ a humored snort leaves him for the 'you'll be fine', but he moves with him as chief hauls him up, turning to look towards town. ]

So what's up there? Zombies storming the place, or dinosaurs, or crack addicts?

[ it's always something ]

[117]

[chief looks out at nothing in particular, as if he was just waiting for a large something to come out of the mist.]

Don't think we want to stay around to find out.

[adoptalizard]

[ he's meant the town itself, raising a hand to point towards it. ]

Is there anything besides the town? Doubt we have much of a choice. COMPASS doesn't work that way.