07-01-2016, 06:10 AM
Caleb's morning was the usual. He went out on his patrol, took his spot and resumed the same task of keeping watch. It seemed the rest of the Minutemen got the news. Some of the ghouls were roaming out from the hospital and Caleb had an interesting morning picking them off. He had to say it was the last ghoul's head he popped off when he fully felt off.
Off was a strange way of putting it. He felt a bit flushed though all things considered, the day was hot. His body however was feeling particular sensitive though, particularly around his chest. He thought it was just his allergies, but it seemed to be flaring up again. He placed another pill into his mouth once he was certain it was well over four hours for him to take the prescribed dose.
After taking out another stray ghoul, noon had finally arrived.
"Hey, I think the heat's getting to me" he stated on his walkie-talkie. That was an understatement. He was beginning to sweat a bit profusely and the canteen of clean water he carried around that usually could last him half a day was already gone down. "I need a replacement immediately."
He rose from his position and slowly staggered back to the makeshift base. When he arrived, he was wiping sweat off his body. He dropped his clothes off in his room, laying them on his bed in favor of something that felt a bit cooler. Never had he felt better to run his body through a cold shower, his body unknowingly beginning to release a scent which his previous clothes already had riddled all over, a cycle in his body beginning to trigger, advancing as it had done so many years ago in the vault.
(I decided to return. The weekends should be a bit easier for me to handle.)
Off was a strange way of putting it. He felt a bit flushed though all things considered, the day was hot. His body however was feeling particular sensitive though, particularly around his chest. He thought it was just his allergies, but it seemed to be flaring up again. He placed another pill into his mouth once he was certain it was well over four hours for him to take the prescribed dose.
After taking out another stray ghoul, noon had finally arrived.
"Hey, I think the heat's getting to me" he stated on his walkie-talkie. That was an understatement. He was beginning to sweat a bit profusely and the canteen of clean water he carried around that usually could last him half a day was already gone down. "I need a replacement immediately."
He rose from his position and slowly staggered back to the makeshift base. When he arrived, he was wiping sweat off his body. He dropped his clothes off in his room, laying them on his bed in favor of something that felt a bit cooler. Never had he felt better to run his body through a cold shower, his body unknowingly beginning to release a scent which his previous clothes already had riddled all over, a cycle in his body beginning to trigger, advancing as it had done so many years ago in the vault.
(I decided to return. The weekends should be a bit easier for me to handle.)