"HIIIIIsssss..."
"I'm aware. Just a little further, and we can rest up. You know we can't stop here, dude."
Our minds do strange things to cope. Fifty year old women can convince themselves that they're young enough to have to employ Little Rascal tactics to get into pg-13 movies, entire species can be changed at psyche suggestion, and the general consensus by nervous systems is that sadness is a Bad Thing™. On the other hand, some people just aren't equipped with the tactics to comprehend that they should be feeling sadness at all.
Enter Silver Wind, and his good friend Delta, dirty brown pelted, and dead on his feet this particular morning, as well as every other morning, on account of being dead. Watch his philosophic and intelligent mannerisms as he moans and struggles against the rusty chain attached to a broken battle saddle on Silver's back, and admire his tactical mind as he communicates his lightning fast safety calculations to his buddy via gnawing at the air.
"Yeah, dude, we'll be fine, we just have to keep moving. Never thought you were a coward."
Silver wrenches the chain along forcefully, seemingly oblivious to his friends feralness as he trudges off the sandy beach onto a lier leading over the waves to an abandoned boat, rudely awakening the residents with the sudden insane beepings of their Geiger counters.
A sleepy head hangs out of boat windows, significantly more active than the other heads hanging off the boat, and a sawed off shotgun is casually pointed at the taller one of the intruding duo. A pair of teenagers, not even worth sounding an alarm. It'll be quick and easy, she says.
A loud crack echoes across the waves, breaking the peaceful silence and catching the attention of a different trespasser.
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"It's really a matter of opinion, but I personally think that the Resident Evil movies were good because they were cheesy, just like the source material."
Delta softly grunted as a considerably large hole was busted into his head, punching part of his fragile skull inward. Silver glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow judgingly.
"Don't be like that. Come on, now." Silver grabbed part of the chain in his teeth and impatiently tugged it further before realizing its pointlessness as Delta began unexpectedly running towards the boats, pulling the chain with him.
"Hey, slow down a little bit-"
Silver was pulled onto his back and dragged after, wood exploding around him as he noticed for the first time the shooter, now frantically aiming at the corpse running full speed at her. Delta's luggage found himself suddenly airborne as he flew over water, slamming into the side of the boat and dangling as his friend wrestled with the raider through a broken window.
"Why do you always do this to me, dude? You used to be a lot nicer than this."
A low rumble woke him from his silent ponderings, and he looked up just in time to see a large metal helicopter passing over them. before being suddenly pulled through the window. The raider's shotgun lay next to her unconscious body, currently being rabidly torn into by Delta, and he swiped it before carefully unhooking the chain from his back, shrugging off the saddle and heading for the opposite window.
"Hey, Delta, check this out."
The sparks of a fight were quickly maturing into flames as grounded guns fired into the sky at the Vertibird, shrugging off every shot and ruthlessly gunning back from higher ground. Silver scoffed, mildly annoyed, before pulling the cabin's door open, grabbing an untouched limb from the meal besides him and tossing it outside. Delta lurched up immediately, throwing himself after it.
Silver let him finish before trotting out past him, exasperatedly whistling at the ghoul as he passed.
"C'monnnn, we're almost at the end. Let's get a move on." Delta lurched behind him, occasionally growling or snapping at him without much drive as they swiftly moved around the firefight on the larger yachts.
As they passed behind the pole of a large sail, a bullet ricocheted into it, shaking the entire craft. Without thinking, Silver fired a retaliation at the offender, crippling his leg and drawing attention to the two of them for the first time. They crossed onto another pier, and Delta briefly paused to sniff at a corpse before being unceremoniously lifted up from under by his friend, no small feat given how small Silver was, and army-carried at an impressive pace as he snapped at Delta's cheek, tearing off chunks of fur.
"C'mon, we can't lounge around! There's a tower up ahead. We'll wait inside for this argument to die down."
More and more bullets were caught by Delta's larger body as they made the final stretch towards a stopping point, hoping to catch their breaths. The tower was less of a building and more of a makeshift structure composed of several hollowed out boats and other debris, stretching up from the waves across what appeared to be a small cruise liner, connected to the pier by a small wooden plank that looked desperate for a chance to end it's own suffering and snap in half.
Not willing to take any chances, Silver bucked forward, tossing his cargo over the water and gliding over the gap as Delta struggled to pull himself over the lip of the ship. The shoddy cabin door was burst off its hinges, and the two ran past a pile of gagged prisoners up a wooden staircase leading further up.
The entire tower was empty, or at least full of good hiders, save for a captain's cabin at the very top; the walls were littered in all sorts of weapons, a small stickered terminal sat atop a metal filing cabinet in the corner, a large glass window faced the scene below them in a strategically stupid size, and a racecar shaped bed sat at the back. It's inhabitant who looked more like an Aquabat than a ruthless raider, decked in a white surf shop t-shirt (which he apparently wore to bed, like a barbarian), pink Mardi Gras beads wrapped around his foreleg, and neon green shutter shades sharply contrasting his white pelt. Delta jumped on him immediately, rudely awakening him one limb shorter than he fell asleep with, while SIlver moved for the largest weapon he could find; a Fat Man loaded with exactly one mini nuke.
Bashing the glass apart with the butt of the comically oversized gun, his ears were once again filled with the screams of a fight outside. Disoriented from the sudden audio stimuli, he forced himself to focus, aiming up at the battered Vertibird still wavering overhead and quietly muttering more useless thoughts out loud to try and distract himself. A split second moment of clarity cut through the haze of sound, and he greedily took it, thrown off his feet as he fired.
A raider screamed, pointing to a small black object racing through the sky seconds before it hit its mark. Fire burst out of the aircraft's hull, and half of the propeller bent sharply upwards, throwing the Vertibird into a spiral as it crashed to the mess of ruined docks below.
Silver hadn't seen the impact, nor was he sure of the affect it would have below, but neither seemed very important at the moment as he struggled to clear his head, shakily backing up into the childish bed and collapsing backwards into it, falling asleep as his larger partner chewed on a bone on the floor besides him. The faint sound of spells being cast was the last thing he heard as he peacefully drifted off, pulling the covers over him.