Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
It took Rey and Barnaby awhile to get to the oil rig, Rey even fixed an old dilapidated ferryboat to get the armored car there, but they managed. They always did. Rey dug the bullet out of his leg himself while Barnaby captained the ship. Rey and Barnaby had it functioning in no time, and they soon had everything from the drill itself to the toaster working. Rey speculated on how this place hadn't been touched since all the workers had to get home to their families "when we were born" and that the company had shut it down early. Barnaby smiled and nodded, always listening to Rey's connstant chatter. It was calming in a way. To Barnay, it meant somebody was always watching his back, in their own skewed perceptions. Barnaby's silence was equally comforting to Rey, it gave his point A to point 36 mind time to reflec and think, sometimes just wander on and on with no interruptions, just as somebody like him should be. The waters lapped peacefully at the oil rig, the smell of seasalt carried to the duo by way of the brisk incoming tide. It was exactly the place Rey and Barnaby had envisioned, and in no time Rey had set up a whole array of fish traps, water purifiers, and rain catchers, all with Barnaby to help him when he needed to, even though they still had plenty of supplies from the armored car. It was a perfect area, and the dead the duo could see were floating by on ghost sailboats, but only once in a blue moon. Come with me for a moment, let us take a look at the first night the two bloodbrothers spent on the rig.
Rey looked out upon the waters. The moon was only a sliver of silver hanging in the night sky, the stars adorning the blanket of night around it, glittering like diamonds. To Rey, they were worth more than that. They were worth the world to him, both the one he lived in, the one he had lived in before, and the one in his head. The air was clear, and he had turned off all of the outside lights of the rig as to not attract anything. Or anyone, more importantly. "Hey Barbs?" Rey asked. "What is it brother?" Barnaby was laying down, flat on his back, admiring the sky, while Rey was sitting, tilting his neck up, his eyes shining. Not with insanity, but with calmness. "Three hundred and fourty six of the dead, one hundred and eleven of the living, and fifteen of the living wounded. Your body count?" Barnaby chuckled. "Less than you brother, far less. Fifteen of the living, thirty four of the dead, and none wounded. I did have to clean up Jerome though." He added with a slight chuckle. "Hah! Jerome..." Rey said, shifting his gaze over to the waters, rolling and cresting. "But I bagged Seymore." They both laughed as they remembered the overweight jesus freak with heart problems. "Yeaa..." Their conversation once again died to silence, something that rarely happened.
"You think they're allright? Our people we used to hang with, I mean." Rey said. Barnaby nodded. "Yep. They all's gon be fine. Ryan's probably assumed leader, Kat's still volatile as ever, and Rachel's just taggin' along. Dunno about the two others tho." Barnaby said. He was proud he had pronounced 'volatile' correctly, a word he picked up from Rey. Rey agreed with Barnaby's observation. Rey stood up, head once again tilted up to the stars, a bit of that old spark returning to his eyes along with the moonlight and the gleam of wonder and curiosity. Barnaby did the same, and they both stood on the rig, looking out over towards the coast and the sea.
"We need a name for this place." Barnaby suggested. Rey chuckled, he instantly knew what to call it. "Madman's land." He said. Barnaby nodded in agreement, and Rey's bonechilling laughter rang out. Barnaby looked at him and bobbed his head, rolling his hand. Rey took that as a cue. "No one know's what it's like, to be the bad man. To be the sad man. Behind blue eyes!" Barnaby chimed in. "No one knows what it's like, to be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies." The duo continued. "But my dreams, They aren't as empty, As my conscience seems to be, I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance, That's never free..." The duo continued to sing, all the things they had witnessed, both together, and apart, flashed through their minds. The moment Rey knocked on the hood of Barnaby's beat to shit car, the time they'd cleared a rest area full of the dead with a little planning, the shit that went down at the mall, their ride down south, the base, Kat, Ryan, the cult, Rachel, the ordeal they just went through... Barnaby also remembered his boring, tedious life as a security guard. He decided the dead walking was the best thing that had happened at the moment. Rey's short 17 maddening years passed his mind as well, all in vivid, however somewhat warped preception. He decided that the dead walking was the besst thing that could have happened to him as well. They decided together, that this was the way the world really was meant to be, brutal and gory and terrifying... But for Rey, the world was first and foremost, 'all mad.' They finished their song looking out across the waters, under the stars they'd come to cherish forever, above the waves that protected them. "No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man... to be the sad man... behind blue eyes..."
Rey looked out upon the waters. The moon was only a sliver of silver hanging in the night sky, the stars adorning the blanket of night around it, glittering like diamonds. To Rey, they were worth more than that. They were worth the world to him, both the one he lived in, the one he had lived in before, and the one in his head. The air was clear, and he had turned off all of the outside lights of the rig as to not attract anything. Or anyone, more importantly. "Hey Barbs?" Rey asked. "What is it brother?" Barnaby was laying down, flat on his back, admiring the sky, while Rey was sitting, tilting his neck up, his eyes shining. Not with insanity, but with calmness. "Three hundred and fourty six of the dead, one hundred and eleven of the living, and fifteen of the living wounded. Your body count?" Barnaby chuckled. "Less than you brother, far less. Fifteen of the living, thirty four of the dead, and none wounded. I did have to clean up Jerome though." He added with a slight chuckle. "Hah! Jerome..." Rey said, shifting his gaze over to the waters, rolling and cresting. "But I bagged Seymore." They both laughed as they remembered the overweight jesus freak with heart problems. "Yeaa..." Their conversation once again died to silence, something that rarely happened.
"You think they're allright? Our people we used to hang with, I mean." Rey said. Barnaby nodded. "Yep. They all's gon be fine. Ryan's probably assumed leader, Kat's still volatile as ever, and Rachel's just taggin' along. Dunno about the two others tho." Barnaby said. He was proud he had pronounced 'volatile' correctly, a word he picked up from Rey. Rey agreed with Barnaby's observation. Rey stood up, head once again tilted up to the stars, a bit of that old spark returning to his eyes along with the moonlight and the gleam of wonder and curiosity. Barnaby did the same, and they both stood on the rig, looking out over towards the coast and the sea.
"We need a name for this place." Barnaby suggested. Rey chuckled, he instantly knew what to call it. "Madman's land." He said. Barnaby nodded in agreement, and Rey's bonechilling laughter rang out. Barnaby looked at him and bobbed his head, rolling his hand. Rey took that as a cue. "No one know's what it's like, to be the bad man. To be the sad man. Behind blue eyes!" Barnaby chimed in. "No one knows what it's like, to be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies." The duo continued. "But my dreams, They aren't as empty, As my conscience seems to be, I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance, That's never free..." The duo continued to sing, all the things they had witnessed, both together, and apart, flashed through their minds. The moment Rey knocked on the hood of Barnaby's beat to shit car, the time they'd cleared a rest area full of the dead with a little planning, the shit that went down at the mall, their ride down south, the base, Kat, Ryan, the cult, Rachel, the ordeal they just went through... Barnaby also remembered his boring, tedious life as a security guard. He decided the dead walking was the best thing that had happened at the moment. Rey's short 17 maddening years passed his mind as well, all in vivid, however somewhat warped preception. He decided that the dead walking was the besst thing that could have happened to him as well. They decided together, that this was the way the world really was meant to be, brutal and gory and terrifying... But for Rey, the world was first and foremost, 'all mad.' They finished their song looking out across the waters, under the stars they'd come to cherish forever, above the waves that protected them. "No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man... to be the sad man... behind blue eyes..."
