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Green eyes blinked. “Mushrooms….” He didn’t sound like he believed it… Blue eyes looked curiously between Ian and Aren. “Have you ever been outside the walls? You look like you’d have been a toddler or a baby when this whole fungus shite came down on us….” Ian hissed out he pulled himself up to hard on his last lift, he lowered himself with a sigh and sat himself down and began his cool down stretches

“You shouldn’t go out with out someone who has been outside the walls before….and not the military…” Ian huffed out as he stood up, stretching lean pale freckled skin as he moved to stand in front of Aren.

“You seem like a good kid….not that you look much younger then me….meet me in the storage room after lunch if you really want to get outside the walls.” Ian said before he motioned with his head for Tristan to start walking to the stairs. The young blond did just that, looking over his shoulder one last time before his blond curls disappeared. Ian wasn’t far behind as he followed his younger brother.

Once inside their apartment Tristan spun on Ian with a grin on his face. “So you gonna help him?” the blond boys voice was bubbly and Ian sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the scruff of ginger hair on his jaw and chin, he could go a few more days before attempting to shave again.

“I think so… his brother was the one had died in the last military run i think….I just hope he does know how to shoot…. I really hate escort missions where the person in with can’t hit a barn door with a shotgun.” Ian sighed as he felt to his track pack to pack his supplies for at least a day or two, you never know if you’ll be stuck outside the walls, he looked around their apartment for the set of walkie talkies he had managed to scavenge a few years back.

Going back to Tristan who was sitting cross legged in front of the couch with some paper in front of him, leaflets from different places, Tristan was teaching himself to read with these. “You know the drill Pup, if I’m gonna be longer than a day I’ll radio in to let you know.” He handed one of the walkies to Tristan who nodded.

Noon came soon enough and Ian rested against the wall close to the storage closet, not going in yet, if the other man brought anyone else with him Ian would just leave, he didn’t like others tagging along unless they were there originally when the ‘deal’ was struck… to many bad turns with this old partner. Ian had a feeling that the man they met on the roof wanted to study the fungi that seemed to grow over the head bodies of Runners and Growths… Growths where the worst to kill, the fungal growths that covered their faces made the blind so their hearing was sharp and on point and you had to be careful to not breath in to many of the spores that they emited when stabbed or shot. Oddly enough a few spores wasn't enough to turn you, just make you sick for a few days with a high fever…. The fever might kill you if it's your first time being exposed…

Ian had breathed in his fare share… it still shocked him that he was still human, he just prayed that he stayed human… so he could come home to his little brother.