Why are you here?
Dylan and nomad have been separated for rough 10 years. So to find his younger brother Dylan locked in a cage will surprise anyone.
Author's Notes
Dylan and nomad were originally fan ocs from 2 my favorite games. So their might be some similarities. But they've become more and are my comfort ocs. So please don't bash them 😫
Ps- I will be updating more to these stories. So thing will be out of places as I upload
To some the crisp night breeze was nice and calm, soothing almost. But to those who were forever in cased in the metallic cages found it yet another night freeze anxiously waiting for the morning sun to rise again. Tonight was almost like every other night, the guards finished their patrols as the last of the trucks left to deliver the new shipment of judges, to the other regions. With the last cultist heading to the barracks, the center was washed over by silence and soft whimpering.
And through the dark settled over the county, and seemingly everyone found their beds. There was one who ventured out late sneaking into the compound. He stuck close to the metal walls that separated the center from the world. Though at first he didn't seem much, but gaining a closer look he differed from the cultist that ran the county now. He let low in the tall brush, his dark green shirt helped him fade away onto it. His dark orange hair struggled to stay slicked back, as it grazed the blades of weeds and grass. He wore a dark pair of sports sunglasses despite it being night time. He has an AR strapped to his back, and a glock, gripped tightly in his gloved hands. His defining feature was the large scar the crossed his face from his forehead down just below his left cheekbone.
He creeped his way in, he felt the chills down his spine as he heard the moans of those starving in their cages. Venturing, he found himself walking between the metal homes, looking at ever frail body there was, few had wild wolves in them, eating away at the dead in the cage next door. But one cage stopped him, he felt the sudden push on his heart as it crushed in on itself. His world stopped as he witnessed the figure move towards the bars. Quickly he pulled out his flashlight to illuminate the figure. To stare back at the same eyes he loved so much broke him. The figure seemed frail and beaten, starved for who knows how long. His eyes seemed almost glazed over, as he he was mindlessly looking at nothing. The figure wrapped his hands around the bars, as his face became shocked.
The stranger, couldn't help but smile, his cracking its way to ear to ear like it was estranged. “Dylan?” he spoke up, he too grabbed the bars tightly. Scared that what he was witnessing was just a blissful hallucination. Yet Dylan just grabbed onto the strangers hands, and grinned. “why are you here.” yet all that dylan can muster to gesture with his hands were the same 5 letters. ‘N.O.R.M.A.N.’