"What the frick is this game?! I'm good at every game, so this game is definitely rigged." Darren yelled, totally out of character. He was usually calm and composed, rather quiet too. But right now, he'd lost at least 10 times to Nathan. And his frustration had gotten the best of him.
Currently, Perry, Rexine, Nicole and Eli are back in the van, fetching the files, books and information they'd gathered. They had decided to act on the plan they'd come up with. Agreed from both parties to make that house the rendezvous spot. Having made a plan, acting on it properly was the most important part.
A cure.
After the apocalypse had spread so vastly, after almost six excruciating months of it. They'd try to create one. A vaccine was what they'd had in mind, but unfortunately no one would know how to create it, since none of them were even close to becoming a scientist.
"You lot really got all of those files, didn't ya?" Eli spoke, trying to kick open the door (and failing), before Rexine walked up to it and opened it calmly, turning to Eli.
"Use these when needed, would it kill you?" Rexine gestured to her hands.
"Oi! Don't ya see they're full?!" He retorted back, a scowl playing on his face as he rolled his eyes. Yet, reluctantly followed behind Rexine.
Each of them entered after one another, and placed them all on the coffee table which was centered between all the couches. Perry sat herself next to Nicole, leaning back.
"Is this everything?" Damian asked, leaned forward with his cheek in his palm, elbow placed on his knee. There were.. quite a lot of files. Especially if they had to go through them one by one.
"Yeah, about." Rexine replied, plopping down on the couch next to Eli. Now the table was scattered with books, and open files. Already kind of gone through from before.
Thirty minutes, then an hour. Maybe another thirty minutes after that. Most of the files and books had been thoroughly gone through, since there were a lot of people to go through them all. The cure wasn't solved in any of them, though there were leads on how to make the vaccine.
"This is all there was?" Waylen slumped in his seat with a long sigh. "I mean it's a lot, but not enough at the same time." he added, sounding rather gutted.
"There were some leads.. but it seems we have to find someone with the most antibodies in their blood. Or else this whole plan is doomed." Damian added, his head tilted back onto the backrest, one of the books hovering over his face as he kept reading.
"This seriously sucks." Christian mumbled under his breath.
"Wouldn't doubt it." Perry retorted almost immediately. Here they go again.
"What did you say?"
"Hm? Nothing, I was just agreeing with you."
"Sounds more like you're picking a fight."
"Me? Picking a fight? pft, please. You're the only one around here who picks fights." Perry sounded sassy. a bit too much for Christian's liking, and he could feel his irritation starting to bubble back to surface once again.
Perry and Christian had been on a pretty long no-fighting streak for almost a week. But any minor disagreement and that had vanished. They were on thin ice the entire time. Nicole never bothered to stop them this time.
"Me? I'm the one who picks fights between us?"
"Yeah, you, idiot!"
"So all you do is lie now?" Christian huffed out, taking a step forward. He was overstimulated, and had no other ways to take it out on anyone else but Perry since.. it just made more sense. He wasn't good at dealing with those feelings, and now this was going somewhere beyond his control. "You know, you really never change." he started again, paused, then continued again. "That's the problem. If you had been less stubborn, we wouldn't have ever ended up fighting and arguing all the damn time. Why can't you just back down? Is it really that big of a deal?"
"Oh really? Great. Now you're making ME the bad guy? You're also stubborn. That's the main reason why we're even fighting half the time. You can never accept a simple mistake from me, acting and treating it as if it's the end of the world if I make a minor mistake. You probably like starting arguments, now that I think about it. You probably need the satisfaction of making someone else feel just as irritated as you are, right?"
Christian froze. Her words hit a little too close to home, and that stung. "You wanna play like that?" He scoffed, both an angry and rather stubborn smirk forming on his lips. "It's the damned apocalypse. If this whole thing never came to be, I wouldn't have to be stuck with you all the time, and Ruby would still be alive and well! Can't you see we're all in a tough spot?! You're always acting like you're the only one who's struggling!" He blurted out before he could give any of the words a second thought. But the way his hands almost went to cover his mouth showed just how wrong that came out.
"Seriously? I act like I'm the only one struggling?" Perry stared at Christian one eyebrow raised in pure shock at his words. She almost laughed. "Well I'm sorry the apocalypse happened, because it's all my fault, isn't it? You make me sound like the self-centered one when all you do is talk about how hard things are. Yeah, no, newsflash— we know how hard it is. It's more like YOU want to have a higher chance of survival for YOURSELF than actually help others survive too."
Christian scowled, running a hand through his hair. His gaze averted for a split second before it returned towards Perry. He was contemplating. He could feel the eyes around them, and he knew he shouldn't do something stupid like punch some sense into her.
"So it'd kill you to think about someone else for once, wouldn't it?" Perry spoke again.
"I care."
"..You don't show it."
"I do care. I just don't know how to show it. You can't just assume the worst about people can you?"
"I've known for years now and I'm damn sure that you know how to show it. You just don't want to. It's like you like being self-centered, right? May as well embrace it, am I wrong?" Christian grit his teeth so hard it started to hurt. He stared at Perry as if he had a death wish over her. He did, but that wasn't the point.
"Not about you, I don't care. So obviously you wouldn't know what it looks like."