Death is Inevitable (Higgs Monaghan X F! Reader) [UNDER EDITING]

Part 5: A Good Day of Traveling

~the next day~

[Name]'s POV

"Hey, Fragile," I say while yawning as I find her inside a metal shipping container that contains cargo.

"Morning, [Name]." She smiles as I hop on top of some stacked bags and lie down, staring up at the metal top of the container. "Something bothering you?"

"No... I'm just ready for this to all be over. I don't care if we unite all of America. It doesn't change the hell that we live in. If we're not concerned with BTs, we're worried about terrorists. What's the fucking point..."

Fragile grabs my hand and squeezes it, making me look at her. "Are you okay?" she asks, and I avert my gaze.

"Yeah..." I mutter before biting my bottom lip in thought. 'Am I?'

"You know it's common that sufferers with higher DOOMs levels face more mental health issues along with suicidal or homicidal tendencies..." she whispers, rubbing her gloved thumb over the back of my hand. "You're a level five, [Name]. That's pretty high."

"I'm fine," I state, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest. "Don't worry about me."

Fragile lets go of my hand, and she stays silent before resting her hand on my arm. "Promise me something, [Name]. Promise me that you'll tell someone if you start feeling any of the negative symptoms of DOOMs."

I tilt my head to look at her, her eyes holding concern. "I promise," I whisper, and she nods.

Footsteps approach the container, and we look over as Sam joins us. "Everything all right?" he asks, and I nod.

"Yeah, everything's fine," I respond before sliding off the bags I was lying on.

I step out of the shipping container while Fragile looks at Sam. "This cargo's from Port Knot City, bound for Lake Knot," she states before grabbing the duffel bag beside her that has her umbrella on top. She steps out of the container and gestures to three cargo cases beside it. "I'll leave these to you."

Fragile takes a few steps back and points at a metal staircase that leads up. "The dispatch terminal is up ahead. In the meantime, I've got some business to attend to. Later, alligator," she says with a small smile before teleporting away.

"Well, let's get this cargo to Lake Knot," I sigh, and Sam grabs the cargo and puts them on his back.

We jog up the stairs, and Sam grabs some lost cargo before we make a right and head into a stairwell. Sam and I head up the stairs in silence, coming out onto a paved road with a Bridges truck in a parking spot.

Sam grabs more lost cargo before we cross the road and head up more stairs, entering a human-made cave that leads to Lake Knot City.

We make our way through the cave and come out to the street that leads to the distro center, darkness settling in as nighttime takes over. Sam and I jog down the ramp of the distro center, and we head over to the delivery terminal and access it.

Sam delivers the requested cargo first, placing it on the delivery belt, which takes it away. A hologram of a man with dark brown skin wearing a grey Bridges jumpsuit appears over the terminal and offers us a tight-lipped smile.

"Welcome, welcome. We were watching your boat the whole way. Hate to be a hard-ass, but I've gotta ask. Everything you're transporting above board? Nothing dangerous or illicit? I'm sure they checked you on the way in, but I'm gonna have to take a second look," the man tells us before turning around and checking the cargo.

"All clear. Not picking up anything unusual. Cargo looks great, too," he states while standing up and turning to face us again. "Been a while since we got some of this stuff."