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7th Transmission - Audio

I want a status report! Infected, well, whatever, sound off.

Xanth, Zuko. Tell me you are unharmed.

Some illness will not affect me. I will protect anyone who requires it.

[With or without a response, the big Autobot is going zombie stomping, looking for his kids.]

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Y--Yeah.

[Every sense on edge, Xanth readies his weapon and pushes the door to the Keep open. Before he enters, he looks and he listens.

Nothing yet.

Xanth hurries inside. The kitchen is very close from here.]

[And Ironhide keeps close behind. He can't sense any trouble. There's no life signs nearby.]

[For now.]

[So he sticks close, ready to haul Xanth out of trouble if some comes running.]

[It's just a few strides down the hall before Xanth reaches the kitchen door. He listens, hears nothing, and then peeks inside.

The kitchen is empty.

Pushing the door open now, Xanth goes for the dry goods and things in jars. Anything that will keep for more than a couple of days is high on his list. He makes a point to glance in the refrigerator, but aside from a couple of loaves of bread, anything in there would go bad too quickly to take.

There wasn't a great amount left, but there was enough for Xanth to amass a good supply. Preserves, bread, some pickles, a little dried meat - definitely enough to last a few days. But water is also a concern.

He goes for empty jars and fills them with the cold boiled water from the stove. Xanth would prefer canteens of some sort, something less prone to breaking, but they must make do. The same can be said for the amount; there isn't very much. Thankfully, the hot springs are next to the library - they could make more water runs there.]

I--Ironhide, I, I-I've got-- wh-what I can.

[The entire time, he waits, crouched in front the kitchens -- his scans going mad to try and detect any encroaching threat.]

[Nothing.]

[When he hears Xanth return, he nods, and starts to transform. There should be room enough in the cab for the boy, even if he's still his Elegante-size. Xanth might have to lie down, but he'll fit. And be protected.]

Load it.

[And Xanth does. It takes him a few trips to load everything into Ironhide's bed, but he does it quickly. Then, with only a moment of hesitation, Xanth climbs into Ironhide's cab. It's cramped, but that's okay - Xanth can curl up small enough.]

O--Okay. I'm-- I-I'm ready.

[And... there may only be one seat left. The other torn out by Xanth himself, after the Elegante began to sink.]

[There's a grunt, and the truck rolls out. Back toward the library again.]

[Xanth sees Ironhide's missing seat and remembers. He touches the remaining fibers, still torn and frayed from his frantic cuts, and feels a pang of guilt. But he had to do it; it had been an order. Orders from Ironhide are not to be disobeyed.

(And if he hadn't taken it, he very well may not have made it to the Shore.)

Unless Ironhide tries to start conversation, Xanth will remain quiet until they reach the library.]

[Even if it hadn't hurt -- and it hadn't, since the seats weren't anything vital -- he had felt what Xanth was doing back then. So, of course, he feels the boy's touch on the missing component.]

[He doesn't speak up right away, but waits a moment or two.]

Just another scar, boy. Have plenty of them. What is one more?

[Really, it's okay, Xanth. Which is what he's trying to say.]

[At that, Xanth looks up. It gets him to smile, though it's a slightly sad one.]

Y--Yeah...

[Scars are just scars. Xanth has plenty, and he knows Ironhide does, too. But it feels different knowing that he is the one who made this one.]

[Ironhide is, likely, one big walking mass of scar tissue. So to speak.]

Going to get through this. Just like the End.

[Xanth's smile widens.]

Y...Yeah. We-- w-we got-- through that. W-We can do-- a-anything.

Feel better now?

Yeah. I-I... I do.

[The Elegante couldn't kill either of them, and after all that, what's one little zombie plague?]

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