it starts with an earthquake, pt 2
The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week ]
day two: vex’ahlia [previously: pike]
The sniper’s nest on top of the garage is hardly the most comfortable place to nap, but Vex finds herself dozing off up there more and more often these days.
She blames the exhaustion, the late nights creeping through the city and the days divvying up the spoils, and the intermittent visitors who have heard of their little fortress and sought them out among the horror, and she doesn’t begrudge them their visits––especially not when they yield things like canned peaches and fresh ammunition and gossip from the outside world––but there’s something exhausting about the waiting, about knowing that people out there know they are here, knowing where to find them.
It prickles at the back of her neck, as if someone is watching, and so she watches back. Or dozes, as the case may be.