Day 43: Chapel, Second Shift

[screwthegods]

Once the shift had changed, Homura headed downstairs for a brief time to check on the assorted information posted on the bulletin. Some of it was relevant to his interests--much moreso than he might have initially thought as he added replies. By the time his written conversation with Okita had finished, the demi-god's mood had changed

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[att_901]

He almost never had time to go to church, or anything that resembled one. Churches were peaceful areas, a place to to pray, to commune with others, to seek refuge at times of calamity. It wasn't a place for a soldier at all.

But today he wasn't a soldier, he was a patient. And the chapel was a comforting place after what they'd gone through last night. He didn't exactly remember what happened after the zombies attacked, all he remembered was that there was a lot of screaming, crying and running.

Randal tried to be as quiet as he could inside the chapel. There wasn't many people in it at that time so it was easy to look for an empty bench. He sat in the middle of one, knowing how dangerous it is for someone his size to sit at the end of any seat, vehicle or raised plank. He didn't know what to do next. He didn't know how to recite any prayer, at least the type they teach you. Surely God wouldn't mind if he just sat there to rest, right?

But the boy sleeping in the seat behind him might. His body cast a huge shadow over the boy, which was unfair because today the sun was warm and it would probably make him sleep better on a supposedly cold winter's day. He stood up to find another seat...

... and banged his knee on the bench on front of him.

[falseblack]

The shadow caused a flutter in the recesses of his mind, but Nigredo remained fast asleep. The noise, on the other hand, caused the flutter to shift and crack. It had been too close, too loud; rest was no longer possible. He visibly jolted, before pulling away from his knee in alarm. Slowly, carefully, the boy opened his eyes to what he thought to be the source of the disturbance.

In his view stood a human: a rather large, hulking male. Nigredo blinked hard, before drooping his eyelids out of necessity. His migraine hadn't completely reduced.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

[att_901]

"I- I'm fine." His reached for the back of his head and bowed slightly. "Sorry if I disturbed your sleep."

He left his seat and went for the one behind the boy. No, it was still too close. He left that seat and went for the one behind it. This will probably do, right? He smiled awkwardly.