Dean felt rather uncomfortable, wondering what was up with Owen, coughing awkwardly as he tried to start a conversation so it wasn't so awkward and tense. "So, why do you two need to get into the city?" Dean asked, nibbling on a toothpick he found on the counter. "I need to get to someone," Owen said, crossing his arms, glancing over to Brian who was tearing apart the radio, with some tools he found scattered around, casually sipping on his green tea. "He wants to save his fiancé," Brian said, earning a glare from Owen. "Ohhh! So like one of those cute stories where the prince saves the damsel in distress!" Dean said, clapping excitedly "Adorable!" Dean said a grin on his face. "Yes, like the fairy-tales," Owen grumbled with his arms crossed. Brian had spent the next hour fixing the radio, fine-tuning it to a certain station. "So, who is this person again?" Dean chirped up through the slightly awkward silence.
"A friend of mine, her name is Spark," Brian said, " Does she work for the government or something? Otherwise, I'm taking that radio away from you, I'd rather not have them know we're alive, it'd make our job a lot easier for us." Owen said as he reached to grab the radio away from Brian who swatted his hand away from him. " Oh no, she runs an underground anarchist group who also plans to overthrow the government," Brian said. "So don't worry, I've known her since preschool." Brian said reassuringly, "Ok fine, I still don't trust it though." Owen said, which made Brian shrug. "You don't trust anything, so shush and let me do my thing." He said as the radio started to make noises of static from hardly to no signal from the no-mans-land to the city.
"Spark, come in Spark?" Brian said as he tweaked the radio, trying to get a stronger signal and find the radio wave. Then a female voice sounded from the other side, breaking in and out from the static. "Hey! What's up Brian? Where the hell are you?" Spark asked, occasionally cutting in and out, Brian finally got the radio wave tuned just right so it wasn't all static, just only occasionally. "Well, I need help to get into the city...the only way that seems possible without having to go through the trouble of disabling the force-field would be going through the sewers, and potentially getting our brains blasted. Once we're through those we'd like some back-up with overthrowing the government, like a superhero thing." Brian said, "who's 'we'?" Spark asked, " Owen, and Mason, it's a long story, but I was wondering if there was any way you could disarm the sewer systems security cameras, it'd still be a day or two until we're there." Brian said, earning a weird look from Owen.
"Alright, It'd take me a few days to disarm them, also, avoid sewer tops that have code numbers two and three, they're infested with the creatures Ok? My team and I will meet you on the edge in two days on the north side of the city." "Alright then four-eyes, see you in a few days,-out." And then the radio went static. A small frown formed Brian's face because Brian had actually really missed her since the apocalypse separated them. Brian had wondered if she still had the big poofy hair he remembered and adored because of how soft it was. Brian also loved how big she was, it just made her much more squishy and huggable. Her body kept him warm and safe feeling, she was like the mother and sister he never had; he loved her.
Brian turned off the radio as he sighed, a yawn coming from him; unsure of when the last time he slept was. Owen had a soft smile on his face, watching Brian as he continuously and contently looked at the old radio longingly. "Well, I suppose if we're going to make it through the week we should get some sleep." Brian nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Where did Mason go?" Brian asked, just noticing that he had been absent for quite some time. "In his room sleeping. Don't even try to wake him up; he'll kill you." Dean said. "You two can fight over the love seat or the couch, I don't care," Dean says as he walks away into his bedroom, closing the door, but not all the way. Turning to a picture of his significant other, who was dead. A slightly cynical smile on his face as he held the picture in his hand, "Don't worry baby, he's here now, shhh, don't cry, I'll kill him for you and then we'll be together hm? I swear!" Dean says with a crazed laugh, knowing the two of them were probably asleep, or awake he didn't care. But, if they were asleep, it'd give him the perfect opportunity to slit Owen's throat.
The room was quite a couple of moments later, the peaceful snoring of Brian filling the room once he got comfortable. Owen was still awake with the feeling that something was wrong with this place, his attention quickly turned to Dean's bedroom, where the door was slightly cracked open, but just enough to catch glimpses of what was going on in the room, he couldn't hear anything other than a chuckle. As Owen kept watching, he saw the reflection of a machete that Dean was holding and sharpening with a knife.
Seeing the bloodstains on the machete is what made Owen get up quickly and shake Brian awake, making Brian shift as he slowly woke up "hm?...mornin-" He was cut off suddenly by Owen's hand covering his mouth, 'shushing' him with his pointer finger pressed to his own lips. Making Brian quickly shut up as Owen put a finger to his own lips signaling him to be quiet, and then pointing to the direction of the door as his way of saying they needed to leave. Which just made Brian tilt his head. Owen rolled his eyes and pointed towards the door to Dean's room and then made the 'slit our throat' motion with his finger, which made Brian nod then as he got up, he put the radio in his bag quietly, Owen grabbed his bag and his gun as the two of them quietly started to walk out.
As they made their way to the first hatchet they heard Dean's door open as the two of them scrambled to get to the last hatchet, the two of them in the hallway that leads into the bunker. "C'mon guys, I just want to play~I promise I don't bite~," Dean said in a taunting playful voice, sniffing the air as he then looked over to the hatchet, seeing a foot hanging off the step before disappearing.
"Aw, leaving so soon?" Dean said out loud, a smirk on his face as he moved up the ladder steps swiftly and quickly, which made a banging sound since the floor was made out of metal once his feet hit the floor. Owen and Brian both looked back and saw Dean, making Brian yelp from being scared and rushed out of the last hatchet and running off. Owen aimed his gun at him before firing a couple of shots, which hit Dean in the middle of the forehead. Dean fell backward onto the floor, and all that was going through Owen's head was ' oh shit'. Because now he knew Mason would go after him. Owen approached Dean carefully, keeping his gun pointed at him. He didn't know why he was approaching him, he knew it was a stupid idea, but it was a habit. Despite being a crackhead Dean was actually pretty intelligent, he knew Owen thought he was dead, but no, he was still kicking.
Dean waited until he knew Owen had his back turned, and was going to leave before slowly sitting up, blood dripping from his forehead and down his face, a cynical smile forming on his face as he got up and quietly approached Owen, he was about to swing at him before he heard more gun-shots. This time they weren't the normal bullets that Owen had used to try and kill him at first, they were special bullets dipped in dead man's blood, shot from a very special colt that was rumored to be made from Lucifer himself. Owen turned around, a scared look on his face as Dead dropped to his knees and fell forward, his face starting to melt into a puddle of melted flesh and blood.