Thirteen [Audio/Action]

[brbpouncingyou]

...Mom?

[[There's the sound of someone's voice. Someone familiar if you know Allan/Hunter. But it's not quite the same. This person's voice sounds... healthier. Clearer. Lighter. Softer.]]

Mom? Dad? Where... where are you? You said we were all going to watch the news together. The government was warning us, right?

[[There's footsteps coming

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[legberjack]

[Hey, neighbor. Shotasaw is patrolling these here streets, and he totally saw you run out while freaking out like a pansy, dude.]

Oi, you! You!! Stop for a second and listen, you bastard!

Did they take your family too, or something?! It doesn't matter where we are, but everyone important is missing, you know?! You gonna panic, or are you gonna man up, huh?!

[brbpouncingyou]

I don't know, I don't know!

[[He runs his fingers through his hair at rate which he might pull it out. He's obviously freaked to all hell.]]

The infection... the infection's going to spread, and then they'll die! How can I not worry, kid?

[legberjack]

What infection? The hell you talking about, huh?! There ain't no infection here, just these stupid squares that don't lead anywhere!! You know something I don't?!

[brbpouncingyou]

Wait, squares? What are you talking about?

[legberjack]

How about you use your eyes! What are you, retarded or something?! The entire town is made up of squares! Everything looks the same! Every street just leads back to where it was before!

[Yeah, a Czech town in the 1200s really didn't have a suburban layout.]

[brbpouncingyou]

Oh, you mean the house layouts. No, this is a suburb. All the houses and streets are designed on a grid. That way, everything looks perfect. I think?

[legberjack]

Tch, suburbs? The hell is a suburb? Sounds more like a trap, you know?!

You just wake up, or something? There's a bunch of people here, and no one knows what happened! Some "grid" bull, it's probably just part of the trap!

[brbpouncingyou]

No, no! A suburb is a layout of housing. Sub-urban housing?

And I mean grid as in just a layout. It's not a trap. It couldn't be.

[legberjack]

The hell would you need that? Just put your house wherever you have land! What's an urb, anyway? Tch! You part of this thing, you bastard?! Is it that hard to make sense?!

[brbpouncingyou]

Kid, kid! Stop getting so mad, it's just what I know about Sub-urbs. I grew up in a more urban area. Chill out.

...By the way, I can't just keep calling you 'kid.' Who are you?

[legberjack]

[WELL FINE THEN. He just kind of looks at Allan? the older boy, then finally eases up.]

...Giriko. The hell are you?

[brbpouncingyou]

[[Since he can't remember, he fumbles with the ring he got mere days ago at his 'birthday,' yet couldn't remember.]]

I'm either Allan or Michael. I don't remember.

I guess it's nice to meet you, Giriko.

[legberjack]

Tch, you got a problem or something? What kind of stupid does it take to forget your own name?

[brbpouncingyou]

I'm not stupid, Giriko. I just... can't remember.

[[Just... rubbing the sides of his temples now, sighing.]]

I'm forgetting something important. I just don't know what.

[legberjack]

Whatever.

Don't you listen? I already told you it's a trap or something. Otherwise you'd remember everything and Big Sis would be here. She can fix anything, some dumb square village is nothing, you know?

[brbpouncingyou]

Maybe. But there's no way to tell for sure. And who's your Big Sis?