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Sitting on a wooden chair, the man's breathing had gotten really heavy. Nate could feel a massive headache pounding in his head as he finally was waking up from his sudden nap. Parting his eyelids carefully, everything in his sight seemed a bit blurry at first. As the seconds passed, his vision started to clear up and he could properly recognize several objects within the room. Where was he? What happened back there? He couldn't remember much of it.. he knew that Russ and he had approached a group of strangers and then.. the rage blinded him. The blood boiling in his body, the hatred was unbearable the moment he recognized the pale face. Even now, the sole thought of him made him feel much angrier.
A strong groan escaped the man's lips and he soon attempted to lift his hands up, just to realize that not only his wrists had been tied up together, but also legs. Nate mumbled to himself tiredly as he struggled to free himself from the ropes but with no success. Fucking shit. Of fucking course he was separated from the group; otherwise, he would've chocked that fucker and made sure he was a dead man. That was no way to make any "friends" (or to put it lightly, allies) but he wasn't there for that crap. That was Russell's job. Hell, if he wanted to kill someone, he was going to do it and nothing could stand in his way.
" Fucking shit.. fuck! " he cursed out loud in aggressive tone as he violently tried to rip the ropes off. Nothing happened, other than the material rubbing against his skin tightly, giving him some nasty bruises. He didn't seem to be bothered by them though and he just kept trying.
His eyes were lifted back up, desperately trying to look for something that'd be helpful in his situation. All he could see was a broken and rusted car, bunch of boxes, empty bottles and cans, newspapers, some cars' part and all sorts of useless stuff. Well, maybe not completely useless but it sure wasn't helping Nate's current situation. Even if they would've been helpful to him, he couldn't have reached them, not with his hands and legs tied up like this. " Motherfuckers! I'm gonna fucking shoot all of 'em if they..
The man's cursing was interrupted by some noises outside. He could hear talking close to the garage and immediately his eyes were desperate to find the source of it. The voices all sounded so distant and unclear, he barely made anything from it. He could hear separate words out of context and that's it; wasn't much help to him unfortunately.
The masculine voice seemed to get closer and closer to the garage before the door handle started moving slowly. Nate's gaze was glued onto the door and he bit his lip tightly as he expected someone to enter the room. Not having any idea of who it could be, he tensed up a bit. As the figure finally revealed themself, Nate gave the person a firm stare before frowning. "Look who decided to show up. Y'think you're tough shit when ya knocked me the fuck down? Thought ya'd be smarter than that." he gave a nasty smirk to him, his expression signaling obvious aggression towards the person. He was pretty far from being happy.
After closing the main cabinet's door, Russell sighed heavily as he started to walk down the wooden steps. Of course he felt bad for Nate but he couldn't have him ruining their only chances of survival at this point. Besides, whatever Nate and that other guy had.. it needed to be put behind, for all of their sakse. The last thing they wanted was to kill anyone because of some past drama they had.
" Russell! " a low voice was heard from behind the kid. The boy couldn't help but to wince from the surprise as he quickly glanced at the other's direction. " Russell was your name, right? " the light-haired man reached the boy and proceeded to rub the back of his head awkwardly. " We didn't really get a chance to.. to talk."
The kid nodded his head, trying to remember the bigger man's name. So many new people had been introduced to him in such a short time, he felt like it was impossible for him to connect the names with the right faces yet. " ... Wyatt? " he shot him an asking glance. The other nodded his head confidently. " What's up man? " Russel continued to ask.
Right, Wyatt was the man Nate had attacked earlier in the house. He didn't have time to ask just yet what it all was about and in all honesty, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to question such thing.
The older man looked rather bothered as he stared at the boy, looking like he had trouble forming his thoughts into words. " I just wanted you to know that.. whatever happened earlier was.. well, it was bad. I mean, I get why he did it. Me and Eddie really messed up that time but.. fuck, it was an accident. " he shook his head in disappointment. It seemed like someone had tore open some old wounds.
" Can you tell me a bit 'bout it? What happened between you guys? " Russell couldn't help his curiosity. It surely would light the situation a lot more if he'd know where they stood.
A moment of silence. The man took a deep breath as he finally parted his lips. " Me and Eddie.. we bumped into him and his friend. It was a long time ago like.. after all the shit went down, y'know? Like, a really long time ago.. " he moved his eyes off from the kid. " We kinda.. had a disagreement with those guys. His friend pulled out his gun and so did Eddie. I mean, hell, they were being really nasty towards us. They threatened to kill us unless we give them all of our supplies! " Wyatt paused as he dragged his gaze back to Russell. " Then he.. he.. accidentally pulled the trigger. But he wasn't supposed to kill him! Fuck, maybe slow him down or.. shit, I dunno.. the whole situation was messed up, okay? We were scared as shit! "
The kid stood there quietly, listening to the man's story carefully. Things started to clear up in his mind as he now knew the reason for Nate's rage. However, that didn't mean it was acceptable; obviously Wyatt and Eddie were no threat to him in here.. though he can understand the feeling of sudden loss and seeing someone you care about dying.. right in front of you.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the kid nodded his head slowly with a kind look on his face. " Thanks for tellin' me. At least now I know more 'bout what the hell's going on. " he attempted to pull on a weak smile. " I'm still gonna go talk to him.. see what he has to say. I mean, if he has woken up of course. "
Wyatt obviously understood as he firmly nodded his head. " Right, wasn't trying to stop you. Just remember that he.. he can be dangerous. I'm serious, Russell. " a worried look was present in his face. " He.. when he chased us down, he was just.. something else. Didn't seem humane in the slightest. Just.. keep that in mind, alright? "
Silence. Russell knew that the man was crude, inappropriate, nuts.. why not add it to the list of things he was already? " I know. I've.. we've been through a lot together so you just kinda.. get to know people during that time.. So yeah, I know what he's like. " He shrugged his shoulders. The kid gave the man a last glance before turning his back to him, making his way to the garage's door. He could feel eyes on his back as he made his way to the entrance, his hand pressing against the handle with tension. He was a bit nervous to approach Nate but it had to be done.
Pushing the door's handle slowly, it opened easily. He stepped inside.