Survival is Crucial

Division Ruine

Tyche was left in the room, it was a grace period for the both of them. Most of the nails on Tyche's feet have been ripped off, a collection of them in a small pile on top of a metal tray, translucent specks of blood laying under the nail as some had stained them, resting atop, et cetera. Tyche's breath had become coarse, his hands quivering as the stinging pain in his toes kept pulsing slightly. A voice chimed in, "You're a moron, dislocate your thumbs."

Another voice came in, "Do you have enough room to take your hands out of the thing that has bound you after dislocating your thumbs, check." Tyche motioned with his hands. They are both bound by a tight rope squeezing against his wrists, but... this should be enough room. Tyche grunted in pain as both thumbs popped out of place, before sliding both of his hands out from the ropes, struggling for a moment before the ropes fell to the floor with a muted thud. Tyche relocated both of his thumbs once out before grabbing a knife from the metal tray, not too far away from him. After a few failed attempts, he managed to swivel the small metal cabinet towards him, picking up the knife and jabbing it into the ropes tied around his ankles. Cutting the ropes made an audible cutting nose, Shell heard this. She clambered with the lock on the door as another cutting noise could be heard.

"s**t!" She yelled as the lock fell onto the dry, cracked ground below. Swinging the door open, she couldn't find Tyche anywhere, the rope that was around his hands was missing as well. She quickly went to close the door, but Tyche slipped out before she could notice, rope wrapping around her neck as he positioned himself onto a porch, slightly above where she was on the ground. She thrashed her legs helplessly as she is pulled to the metal fencing around her, gasping for air as Tyche had begun pulling tighter and tighter around her neck. Thoughts swirled in her head as to how he managed to slip out as quickly as he did, but these thoughts quickly disappeared from her head as the oxygen in her brain slowly lessened, more and more until her face had started becoming a various arrangement of colors. Red, purple, blue, her tongue sticking from her mouth as her face became more and more bloated.

After a few minutes of struggling, she went limp. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, eyelids still open while her tongue laid limply in between her lips, a thin bruising lining her neck as her fingers had visibly become bloated as well. Tyche held on to the rope for a little bit longer before letting go, her ass hitting the ground before the rest of her body fell with it. Saliva and foam sat around the corners of her lips, drool dripping from the tip of her tongue as a smell entered Tyche's nose. It was nothing, there was none. Wherein before she had a smell, she had none now. He could tell that her body had already let go of everything inside but for some reason now, something he had not taken note of before had happened... she had smelled of nothing.

Air... that would be the only way he could describe it as. He opened the door again, looking inside to see if there were any medical supplies and, lucky for him, he had found some. He bandaged his feet up, looking to his nails in regret, before leaving the room again. She had begun to smell, guess that meant he had been in there for a while. He plugged his nose, walking away from the buildings. He didn't know where he was but he knew he'd need a vehicle since it seemed he was in the middle of nowhere, the desert. Cracked dirt for miles. He distanced himself from the building and into a parking lot. A small trailer park, this is where she took him.

He didn't know what to make of this situation as a voice cut in, "Do you know how to steal a car?"

"No..." Tyche said aloud.

"You do, we'll just have to remind you. First, find a car with enough gas in it -- no, find a sign, find out where you are."

Tyche nodded to himself, pacing through the parking lot to find something, a sign. Across the way from him was an island, a small patch of grass sitting upon it with a massive green sign sticking out of it, pointing to Mexico City. "So I went back a bit..." Tyche commented.

"Right, can you see any cars?"

Tyche spun on his heel to look at the parking lot, only one car.

"Look inside." Tyche walked over to it, looking through the window. "Can you see any meters from here?"

Tyche nodded, "Yeah... almost out too."

"Find a gas canister, there is probably something around here since this seemed to be the car that 'Shell' girl used."

Tyche nodded again, pacing around the houses until finding a run-down can of gasoline, shaking it to check if some were inside. "That should be enough..." He commented.

"Yeah, that is." Tyche walked over to the car, opening a flap on the side before glancing over at the gas canister in his hand. Tyche took a deep breath before looking out to the dirt plains in front of him, looking back over to the canister and uncapping it, pouring it into the car. "Empty it." Tyche nodded to himself again, emptying it, and putting it in the back of the car. "Try the lock, then look for a key, if there isn't a key, break the passenger's window."

Tyche rattled the door of the car, no luck. He turned to Shell, running over to her and patting her down, attempting to find a key, no luck, again. Tyche cursed under his breath, walking over to the passenger side of the car. "What now?"

"Don't break it from the outside, it'll get into the car and make it harder for you to leave here."

"Then, what do I do?"

"Find a way to make the glass go outside of the car, instead of in."