"Well, this shit sucks." (O/O)(Closed)

"3 years." His eyes had a haunted look. "It was so quick. We never stood a chance."

Her frown deepened as she weight the gun in her hand to distract herself, "Humans… so weak…"

"Not all of us," he pointed out, gesturing to himself. "I'm still here. And so are a few people of a similar skillset."

“That’s true,” Eve replied, “But most are, at least. Those who think they’re better then everyone else tend to die off quickly.”

"I'm no better or worse than anyone who died. I was just better prepared," he said.

“Fair call,” Eve said, shrugging a shoulder, “Always good to be prepared.”

"Oooooooooooo, shush!" He backed into a desreted alley and knealed, his eyes to the seemingly clear sky.

She looked up, frowning and trying to follow his gaze, "What? What now?"

"I said hush!" he whispered quickly.
There was a dull hummmmm that seemed to envelope them, growing to ear-deafening volume before fading away.

(Also bump)

(sorry, I had people over all night and today)

Eve winced at the loud noise, reaching up to rub at her ear once it was gone.

(It's fine)
"That was one of their ships," he said quietly, still scanning above them. "Cloaking devices make them invisible to human eyes."

"The fuck was that noise?" She muttered, "I'm guessing it came from the ship, too?"

He nodded. "It's supposed to draw us out. Doesn't work, but it hurts like hell."
Jack glanced down at her leg and cursed.
"I'm gonna have to run. Think you can take it?"

Eve nodded, "I've done worse," She winked, "Run like the wind."

He nodded, and locked in on a building about a block down the street. Then, after a quick hop, he laid down a full-on sprint, running faster than anyone could've imagined. Each footstep seemed like an aggressive acceleration every time his foot connected with the ground. He ignored the hmmm of the ship directly above them, and reached the building in 30 seconds flat. Jack threw his shoulder at the door, knocking it free from its hinges as he trampled over it.

She wasn't going to deny that she was impressed by how fast he could run. She knew he'd have to be fast but didn't expect that. The crash of the door made her wince slightly at the loud noise.

He then ran to the closest door and threw it open, stopping down the chipped and faded concrete stairs. A huge, ship-like hatch with a circular handle stared back at them like a black spot on a banana. Instead of twisting it, Jack simply kicked it up, cursing as he saw the latter that went down it.
"You like piggyback rides?" he asked quickly, hearing the footsteps upstairs and flinching.

"No, but I'll put up with it," Eve replied, carefully maneuvering herself so she was on his back, her arms still around his neck and legs around his waist.

Without another word, he tossed the cloaking device on the ground and climbed down into the bunker, pulling the hatch closed behind him. The latter went deep into the ground. Like, 5 minutes of climbing with another person on your back deep. Even when he reached the bottom, he managed to carry her over to the only piece of furniture, a small loveseat, and gently set her down before collapsing to the floor, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Eve relaxed into the couch, though she did feel bad for it. He'd been the one to carry her and save her, multiple times now and what? She'd been a bitch… yeah, for once she felt bad, "Thanks, did you want the seat for a little while?"

He shook his head, waving the offer away. "I….appreciate it, but….no. You need your rest. Heal that leg up."

"My leg will heal at the same rate even if I'm sitting on the floor." She replied, frowning.

Jack shook his head. "No. I'm fime." hr said, closing his eyes.

Eve opened her mouth to protest but decided against it, leaning her head against the couch with a small sigh.

"Do you want me to patch up that leg of yours?" he asked, sitting up and groaning.

"When you've rested a little more, then yes…" She muttered, "Please."

"I'm not that fat," he said, but he listened to her.

"I know, but you ran a hell of a long way with me on your back, and then climbed down a very long ladder, you need rest."

"You make it seem like I just ran the Boston Marathon," he grunted, still not getting up.