The dark green air made the scenery in the alleyway rather ominous, giving Owen the chills, and a bad vibe. A bad unsettling feeling sunk into the bottom of Brian's stomach, but then again, he was always the more paranoid-nervous type. The two waited for about 5 minutes before Brian began to think that Mason had forgotten about them and ditched them. That Mason left them to die perhaps? Coincidentally just then the hatchet opened up, Mason standing on the ladder poking his head out of it. " Get in losers, don't mind the cocaine." He said before disappearing back into the abyss of the darkness. " Close the latch behind you and watch your step, I don't want anybody's skull breaking here, he's hungry for blood. But he won't hurt you unless you injure yourself and there's blood, but otherwise, you should be fine." Mason said as Owen climbed down first, then Brian.
"A-are there a-any lights? I-i don't like the d-dark." Brian said, gripping onto Owen scared as he held onto Owen. This just made Owen raise an eyebrow as the fully grown man hid behind him, he was a coward. "Yes, we aren't complete savages," Mason said with a sassy annoyed tone in his voice, making Mason scoff. "You two act like children, it's giving me a headache," Owen said with an eye roll, almost as equally childish. "Sorry," Brian murmured, still hiding behind Owen from being scared. The trio walked down a long concrete hall that also gave off eerie vibes, the occasional spider webs hanging down from the ceiling with radioactive spiders on them, dust and spider web covered lights hanging from the ceiling.
Mason and Dean weren't worried about the spiders; mostly because they couldn't die from them, as well as Owen, but he doesn't need to know about that. Once they got to the end of the hallway they went down another hatch before getting into a dark room. Mason temporarily disappeared into the darkness of the room before the lights flickered and turned on from the generator slowly coming back to life after not being used for a while. "Dean, get your face out of that cocaine before I take it away damn it, stop being rude and say hi to our temporary guests."
Soon a wooden chair could be heard scooting across the floor. "What were you saying, Mason? My ears are kinda clogged." Said Dean, a man that had short hair, a scruff, slightly shorter than Mason, but relatively strong looking. "I said, say hi to our guest's asshole," Mason said, stretching as he ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his face. "Jesus christ Dean, I swear, I'll burn all that cocaine and set the whole sewer system on fire if you don't stop doing that shit. Seriously." Mason said with another eye-roll. "Anyway, Owen, kid, this is Dean, he's stupid, but a genius in some ways." Making Dean grin with glee "Aw, that's literally the nicest thing you've said in the longest time!" Dean said, getting up from his chair, taking a bow, only for white cocaine to fall from his hair like dandruff in front of him onto the floor.
In an apocalypse a person can't just be a lousy drug addict, they had to be fit, strong; well, at least enough to survive. Mason was a freakishly tall man, taller than Owen, taller than Dean, and everyone else in this room. Mason himself was 6'6, with the combat boots he always wore, the extra few inches on the platform made him more like 6' 8. To Owen, Mason was freakishly tall. Owen was 5'4, and Brian was 5'9. Owen was short for a guy, he blames it on his mom and dad's rather..poor genetics.
"Very pleased to meet you." Dean said, "So, why are they here?" "For a temporary shelter." Was all Mason had said, turning around and looking towards Owen and Brian, "Feel free to sit on the couch or whatever. Just don't piss on the couch or do anything stupid." Mason reminded Owen, Dean, and Brian as if he was their mother telling them what to do. "I'll be in my room taking a cat nap. Unless someone's arm is falling off or someone is suddenly dead, don't interrupt me unless you actually want your arms and limbs ripped off with my teeth." Mason said, menacingly showing off his fangs before he turned around, flipping his hair over his shoulder, taking his shoes off before he walked into his bedroom; which was right next to Deans. Mason looked back to glare at the three before he shut the door to his room; locking it.
Owen was tense; he wondered if this guy was the same Dean that had shot him in that casino all those years ago. Dean grinned at the two of them with a white powder still covered face. "So, friends, would anyone like some tea? I only got Chamomile, Herbal Grey, Green tea, and regular tea. Mason said he'd do a tea run, but he never did." Dean said with a pout, looking in a mirror on the wall, wiping his face with his jacket sleeve to get the powder off his face.
Owen was just very skeptical about this guy, something told him he shouldn't trust this man, and that he was the man that had shot him, and comatose him. But, at the same-time his officer instinct was to shoot him on the spot, he was torn. His mind was thinking that a fight between him and his sworn enemy wasn't very ideal right now. He had other things to worry about. "No thank you," Owen said, simply sitting on the couch, not trusting the man in case he decided to spike their drinks...doing that as a precautionary measure. "I'll take some. Just green tea please." Brian said. "Do you have a radio or a walkie talkie?" Brian asked Dean. "I've got someone who could help us get into the city," Brian said, glancing over to Owen, who looked uneasy. "We shouldn't trust anyone in the city Brian," Owen said, standing in the middle of the room so he could see everyone. "Oh, but it's okay though, I've known Spark since before the apocalypse, trust me," Brian said with a reassuring smile as he looked to the hesitant looking Owen. " Who's Spark?" Owen asked, trying his hardest not to go into a 100 questions game.
" Well, to me, she's like a mom. While I was homeless for a bit she helped me, we were neighbors and best friends, I've known her since I was three. After my mom and dad were thrown in jail for running a scam company when I was 10, her family let me live with them and adopted me, so I see her as my second mom and sister." Brian explained a smile on his face when he talked about Spark that way. She really was like family to him.
"Ooh, that's nice!" Dean said with a smile, Owen sighing, still not trusting this so-called 'Spark'. "But yes, I do have an old radio I collected from the '90s, the kind that could play cassette tapes," Dean said with a toothy grin. "It's one of the few things I could salvage from the prison before it blew up." He said, flicking off a spider that was on his arm. "Would you mind if I use it?" Brian asked hopefully, twiddling with his thumbs nervously. "Sure, don't see why not, as long as you don't break it," Dean replied, making Brian nodding vigorously with excitement as he went over to the dusty self, grimacing at the spider web that was attached to the top shelf and then the radio.
"Owen…C-could you k-kill this s-spider.," Brian said, backing away from the radio. Owen rolling his eyes "Seriously? How have you survived the apocalypse this long.." He muttered under his breath, taking Mason's shoe that was by his door, approaching the and slapping the spider which squashed and killed it, its blood a dark green color from the radiation. He kept slapping it again once or twice more to make sure it was really dead. " Thank you," Brian said, giving Owen a smile, "Yeah sure," Owen said. Dean had finished making the tea that Brian had asked for, walking over to the both of them "Here you go kiddo." Dean said as he held the mug that was surprisingly clean to him for him to take, Brian graciously took the tea. Owen was still not trusting the tea; for the very reasons, he thought before. Owen watched Dean as he went over and sat on a stool, eyeing him like a Hawk watching his prey from a tree branch.