Log; Catchall

[strangelic]

WHO: Castiel and you
WHERE: Warehouse (and city)
WHEN: April (First prompt before the spam and cheese delivery, otherwise any time in april)
WARNINGS: none as of yet
SUMMARY: Catchall log for april

Food was getting desperate. Castiel was aware of it, even with their dwindling group. People needed to eat, not that Castiel was much of a hunter himself. He felt too kindly for the little animals in the forest. Instead, he gathered nuts and berries, and dug up yucca root from the forest floor, looking apologetically around at the strips of drying meat. Poor Bambi.

He wouldn't mind help sorting the nuts, but, of course, someone might get hungry just watching him, and he's a little softer about handling rations than everyone else. He can always go looking for more, no matter how Daryl might feel about their only healer endangering himself, so there's no point in anyone starving themselves.

---

Humans were always getting injured, Castiel lamented. Of course, the situation was exacerbated by this place, which seemed to have had all its edges sharpened to a point. Here, a piece of barbed wire would mean certain death from toxic shock. There were plants and animals in the forest with poisons in their skin, and teeth, and tails. And then there were the deeper infections, illnesses, and things that sank deeper, took longer to make their purposes known.

Castiel still found healing an uncomfortable thing, strangely intimate, but it was the least that he was still good for. He had fashioned his "room" in the warehouse, carved into an L-shape of nailed together crates, to give his patients a little privacy, and filled it with anything soft he could find--anything that was spare, chunks of broken foam mattresses and styrofoam shapes, among other things. It wasn't much of a doctor's office...more like a nest, really.

---

Out in the streets, life was even more risky, though the streets were much quieter now. Most of the slippery walkers had been killed, but the cannibals were still there, some of them, the sneakier, cleverer ones. Castiel wasn't here for himself; he'd seen another person leaving, and rather than let them wander the city streets alone, he'd followed them without thinking. They'd only find themselves in trouble, out there.

Perhaps if he just spoke to them...

---

Or write your own!

Comments

Streets - Because Daryl can never follow his own advice

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl darted quietly from the safety of one building to the next. He'd gone out to check the perimeter and had spotted one of those cannibals nosing around a sewer grate. The man had been unable to get it open, likely a result of the long rain and problems to the street and foundations caused by it, and eventually started off toward another part of the city. Daryl figured he was looking for another entrance into the catacombs and since Daryl knew they needed to close as many of those off as possible (and hadn't manged to yet), he'd just set off to track the man back to his hole in the ground.

This led him a lot further out from the warehouse than he'd been planning. He had also missed the Angel tailing him for the first part of the trip. Though by the time the cannibal made it to an entrance that did open for him, Daryl was aware he had someone following him. With that in mind, Daryl hid himself and waited for his stalker to show up, bow in position to fire if whoever it was ended up being a threat.

Warehouse

[notaafraidanymore]

Upon her arrival Carol had kept very much to herself, which wasn’t like her at all. She needed sometime to take in this new place, a place that was very much like back home but yet it wasn’t home. This place had new dangers, new things to be cautious of and she didn’t even want to begin to think how Beth could be here after she witnessed the poor girl’s death. There was so many questions to be asked, so many things to ponder but Carol pushed it to the back of her mind and engaged herself. Putting on a mask for these people, pretending to be both helpless and innocent was something she was very talented at.

She had been taking her time trying to get to know some of these people Daryl kept going on about, keeping up her friendly and active face as she secretly people watched and listened. It helped keep her at ease, kept her cautious.

Food was getting more desperate by the day but Carol had been working her magic with what nuts and berries that had been found, it wasn’t much but she was able to make the portions work. She had taken more time to gather more water, even if it had been constantly raining one could never get enough water and that was something she didn’t want them to get low on, food was bad enough.

She was gathering the last of the water while she made a quick note of how low food had gotten that day, it was enough to make her sigh slightly. Still a small smile formed along her face at the sight of more water, at least that was a bit of an accomplishment.

She noticed a shadow out of the corner of her eye. "Water?" she askes softly. "It's fresh."