The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles

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The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.

Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.

It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.

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Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Hey now, wasn't the narrative who'd made that claim, now was it?

Ezra sighed. Almost wistful. "Oh, a shower will be nice."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Right?" Dante said. "I don't wanna smell of zombie gunk all week."

It'd also make him feel - there was that word again - normal.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"And I don't want to keep smelling the gunk on all of you."

Please spare a thought for your friendly neighborhood werefox's supernatural senses.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sorry," Dante said wryly. "Didn't think about your nose."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra wrinkled his nose. "Neither did the rest of this world."

This, right here, was relatively okay. But he could feel the smell of rot wafting in past the Big Wall.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Let's hope we blast our way out of here fast," Dante said, his hand bumping against Ezra's for no reason at all, really.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

It was still reason enough for Ezra to wait for a beat, and then try and take Dante's hand into his.

"Yeah, hope so."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let him, squeezing his hand in recognition. "At least we found her."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"At least we found her," Ezra agreed, squeezing his hand back.

He sighed.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Penny for... whatever that was?" Dante asked, voice ever so light.

An invitation for Ezra to talk, but also an invitation to let it go if that was what Ez needed right now.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra was quiet for a long stretch of time. Just walking. His thumb brushing absently against Dante's hand.

Then he just said, "This is a lot."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah," Dante said, watching the streets rather than Ezra's face like he really wanted to. "It is."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

There wasn't much happening on Ezr's face worth seeing, anyhow. It was al neutral, though perhaps a little more open than it had been for the last while.

But still. Not a whole lot to go on.

"I'm tired, and I don't like this place." It was a little on the inane side as far as things to say went, but he didn't care. "I don't really enjoy these off-world trips."

Well, between this and Limbo City...

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante wasn't the type to point out it was inane, anyway. Especially not when Ezra was actually talking to him, relatively unprompted, for once.

"You're not really getting to see the best of the multiverse, either," he said instead. "I can't blame you."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"I'd like a lower chance of dying."

He hadn't really feared for his own life on this particular outing. But, all the same.

"Feels like I've had more than my share of that." Just in general.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"Things still the same back home, huh," Dante said. Casual, neutral voice.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"No one's trying to kill me at home."

Anymore.

So that wasn't really what he'd been thinking of, no.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante nodded.

"Sorry," he said.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"You should be."

It was a weird blend of empathy and straight-forwardness, his tone.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"I am," Dante said quietly. "So that works out."

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

"I hope you understand, darling, that I have no intention of visiting Limbo City again."

He should've looked over at Dante.

But he didn't.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

"I figured," Dante said.

What else was there to say?

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra had a lot to say, actually. But he was choosing not to, because what difference did it make? He had wounds of different kinds, some fair and some unfair, and airing any of them was unlikely to do anyone any good. At the very least, not right now.

With a final squeeze, he let Dante's hand go. Stuck his own back in his pocket.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante slid his hands back into his pockets, too.

He didn't have any excuses for Limbo City. There were some, objectively speaking: but he wasn't wired to think of them.

And so for once, where Ezra might have had a lot to say about something real, he had nothing else. Yeah, it was his fault. Yeah, of course Ez didn't want to come back.

He kept walking, as they began to circle back, and the people of the Mount began to return to their homes.

Re: Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Ezra walked in silence for a while.

Then he said, "I'm just going to go my own way for a while, if that's okay with you."

He was struck with the sudden need to be alone, and the utter claustrophobia of Kathy's apartment was not going to work well with that.