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▬ ANUNA PH - Post-apocalyptic Philippines OCs || drawn with a mouse ▬

Thomas was right around the corner when Aksel fell into the icy cold sea. He was debating if whether or not he should just leave him be and go on with his life, but something inside of him felt like he needed to save him. He didn't even know the guy, yet he felt like he was important to him. Why? He didn't know himself. Without another thought, he dropped his backpack, ran from his place, and dove right in. He swam down, struggling to keep up with Aksel. He swam faster, knowing that time was running out for the poor boy. Luckily he caught his wrist and began to pull him up. He secured one arm around Aksel's chest and began to push through the water with the other.
They made it to the surface - but a new problem arose. How would they get back up? The concrete was about two feet higher than the water. He couldn't just throw him up! That would give him brain damage! Not to mention the fact that Aksel was pretty heavy. Thomas looked frantically around for some type of leverage, or whatever. Several feet away from them, he spotted a concrete staircase. It was covered in slippery moss, but it was better than nothing. He swam over to the staircase, nearly letting go of Aksel at one point.
He got up the stairs and dragged Aksel up to the dry concrete. He immediately began to perform CPR. He pumped on Aksel's chest rapidly, hoping that it would save him. Aksel started spewing out water, but he still wasn't breathing. Then it hit him. He'd have to perform mouth-to-mouth CPR. He sighed hesitantly, but he couldn't just let him die out like that. And so he pinched Aksel's nose, sealed their lips, and began to breath into his mouth, pausing after every exhalation.
Aksel woke up, his eyes were wide open as he realized what was happening. He pushed Thomas away and backed away by instinct. "What- What were you doing t-to me?!" Aksel exclaimed in a panicked manner. "I-I was saving you, you dummpkopf!" Thomas yelled back with his thick German accent.
"There he is!" A harsh voice yelled from the distance. "Shiesse." Thomas cursed. He picked his backpack up and took Aksel's hand, running away from the raiders who began to chase them.
"WHO-. . . WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" Aksel yelled out while panting. "MY CAPTORS! I ESCAPED THEM JUST RECENTLY AND KNOW THEY'VE FOUND ME!" Thomas yelled back, quickly pulling Aksel into an abandoned building. They had lost the raiders - or so he thought. All that could be heard was loud panting, bouncing from the thick walls that surrounded them.
"So, you're meaning to say that those raiders held you captive?!" Aksel asked frantically in sharp whispers. "Ja-! Me and my whole family. I hated them AND my family, so I ran away." Thomas replied, looking at Aksel then looking back outside. "Well shit then, come with me, I know a safe place!" Aksel said. "Where-?!" Shit. The raiders found them.
They were sent running yet again, this time, Aksel took the lead. He saw a motorcycle at the side of the road and ran over to it. "DUMMPKOPF! WHERE ARE YOU-" Thomas yelled, running over to Aksel who was currently hotwiring the said vehicle. "Get on!" Aksel urged. "Do you even know how to drive-? Does this even have gas-?" Thomas questioned frantically. "Just trust me!" Aksel snapped. Eventually, the motorcycle did turn on. It had just enough gas to get them back to the base, surprisingly. "Hoooooly shiiiit." Thomas's jaw dropped. Aksel pulled the throttle back to prevent the motorcycle from stalling as he released the clutch.
They got to the base just as the sun rose up. Aksel stopped the motorcycle and waited for Thomas to get off. He sighed in relief and let the motorcycle stand at the side of the hotel. Thomas blinked, "Your base is a hotel?". "Yeah, pretty much." He said leading him inside, only to be met with a crying Magni and Modi tackling him to the ground.

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▬ ANUNA PH - Post-apocalyptic Philippines OCs || drawn with a mouse ▬

Thomas was right around the corner when Aksel fell into the icy cold sea. He was debating if whether or not he should just leave him be and go on with his life, but something inside of him felt like he needed to save him. He didn't even know the guy, yet he felt like he was important to him. Why? He didn't know himself. Without another thought, he dropped his backpack, ran from his place, and dove right in. He swam down, struggling to keep up with Aksel. He swam faster, knowing that time was running out for the poor boy. Luckily he caught his wrist and began to pull him up. He secured one arm around Aksel's chest and began to push through the water with the other.
They made it to the surface - but a new problem arose. How would they get back up? The concrete was about two feet higher than the water. He couldn't just throw him up! That would give him brain damage! Not to mention the fact that Aksel was pretty heavy. Thomas looked frantically around for some type of leverage, or whatever. Several feet away from them, he spotted a concrete staircase. It was covered in slippery moss, but it was better than nothing. He swam over to the staircase, nearly letting go of Aksel at one point.
He got up the stairs and dragged Aksel up to the dry concrete. He immediately began to perform CPR. He pumped on Aksel's chest rapidly, hoping that it would save him. Aksel started spewing out water, but he still wasn't breathing. Then it hit him. He'd have to perform mouth-to-mouth CPR. He sighed hesitantly, but he couldn't just let him die out like that. And so he pinched Aksel's nose, sealed their lips, and began to breath into his mouth, pausing after every exhalation.
Aksel woke up, his eyes were wide open as he realized what was happening. He pushed Thomas away and backed away by instinct. "What- What were you doing t-to me?!" Aksel exclaimed in a panicked manner. "I-I was saving you, you dummpkopf!" Thomas yelled back with his thick German accent.
"There he is!" A harsh voice yelled from the distance. "Shiesse." Thomas cursed. He picked his backpack up and took Aksel's hand, running away from the raiders who began to chase them.
"WHO-. . . WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" Aksel yelled out while panting. "MY CAPTORS! I ESCAPED THEM JUST RECENTLY AND KNOW THEY'VE FOUND ME!" Thomas yelled back, quickly pulling Aksel into an abandoned building. They had lost the raiders - or so he thought. All that could be heard was loud panting, bouncing from the thick walls that surrounded them.
"So, you're meaning to say that those raiders held you captive?!" Aksel asked frantically in sharp whispers. "Ja-! Me and my whole family. I hated them AND my family, so I ran away." Thomas replied, looking at Aksel then looking back outside. "Well shit then, come with me, I know a safe place!" Aksel said. "Where-?!" Shit. The raiders found them.
They were sent running yet again, this time, Aksel took the lead. He saw a motorcycle at the side of the road and ran over to it. "DUMMPKOPF! WHERE ARE YOU-" Thomas yelled, running over to Aksel who was currently hotwiring the said vehicle. "Get on!" Aksel urged. "Do you even know how to drive-? Does this even have gas-?" Thomas questioned frantically. "Just trust me!" Aksel snapped. Eventually, the motorcycle did turn on. It had just enough gas to get them back to the base, surprisingly. "Hoooooly shiiiit." Thomas's jaw dropped. Aksel pulled the throttle back to prevent the motorcycle from stalling as he released the clutch.
They got to the base just as the sun rose up. Aksel stopped the motorcycle and waited for Thomas to get off. He sighed in relief and let the motorcycle stand at the side of the hotel. Thomas blinked, "Your base is a hotel?". "Yeah, pretty much." He said leading him inside, only to be met with a crying Magni and Modi tackling him to the ground.