[Open] If You've Seen One Apocalypse...

[ziedrich_bearer]

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, Open
WHERE: Mines, Southern Temba
WHAT: Life at the Mines Defenses, Being A Hero
WHEN: Throughout October
WARNINGS: N/A

I. The Grand Lucian Tradition of Walls | Mines

In a way Gladio had a lot of reasons to distrust the instinct to 'head underground' when things got rough. Simple truth of the matter was that hadn't worked out much for people trying to avoid daemons back home. But this place isn't Eos, and the new invasion of these movie and video game creatures wasn't the same as daemons. They were, though, annoying. And not driven back by light Gladio expected.

Took him time to figure out the place would be safe, but Gladio hadn't hesitated once he figured it out. He'd gone deep enough to get his weapons out, rigged up a rope to strap his shield across his back when he wasn't using it, and then set back out into the city. From there it was a matter of killing Zombies while grabbing materials. Big crates he could slowly push, large chunks of rubble he could put on his shield and haul behind him, one or two of the emergency supply crates that he knew the location of. From there, well, it was a simpler matter.

Which led to a moment like this. Gladio sitting on the top of the barricade he had put time into making in the mines with the help of anyone he could get a hold of. A book recovered from his room rests open in his hands, his massive sword balanced easily across his lap. The position both lets him look back down into the secured area on one side of the barricade, and the potential hostile direction up tunnel.

A perfect point to be sitting watch for motion while keeping himself distracted while he rested up. Because it was better not to go journeying out for supplies or to rescue people if he wasn't rested up.

"Afternoon. I think. Not sure down here," he says as he catches sight of someone moving around. "Enjoying your zombie free time?"

II. Let Me Be Your Armor | Southern Temba

No shelter is enough to hold Gladio in place for long. It wasn't in the apocalypse back home, of course it wouldn't be here. Rested up, loaded with water bottles, and weapons in hand, Gladio headed right back out to the surface of Temba. Which was why he was out here now, his massive sword easily cleaving a head from a nearing Prompto-like Zombie.

Why was he taking out this particular cluster of them? Well, he'd thought he'd seen something that looked like smoother motion out this way. Shouting to try and confirm whether someone was around seemed foolish, so of course he didn't do that. But slowly cutting his way there? Definitely something Gladio was willing to do.

All he could do was hope that if someone really was out there that he was nearing, they could hold on long enough for him to find them.