New Z Land 2 - The Davies Debut

So here's an update for New Z Land, introducing my favourite character, Davies.

The skinhead shrugged and spat on the floor, “Small talk. Conversation. Guess it’s wasted on you military types...”

Wren rolled his neck. It popped twice.

“Fine, what’s your name then, soldier boy?”

“Wren...”

“Like the bird? Like a bloody Sparrow?”

Wren smirked and shrugged, “Yeah, like a Sparrow. What about you?”

The thug sat upright, his chest puffing out like a toad’s. Wren could see the muscle fibres underneath the thug’s vest tense up. He assumed the skinhead had had some augmetic work done to enhance them.

“You can call me Tanner.”

“Is that your real name, Tanner?”

“What’s it matter?”

Wren shrugged, “The way I figure it, if we’re going to be fighting for our lives on some God-forsaken island prison, I want to at least know the names of the people who might save my life, or whose I might have to end...”

Tanner grinned. He was missing three teeth, “Like I said, you can call me Tanner.”

The man sat next to Wren gave a snort and adjusted his thin rimmed spectacles before folding his slender arms across his chest.

“Oh, and what’s so funny, Four-eyes?” Tanner glanced and noticed the man’s dog tags, the same as Wren’s, “You two Squaddies or something?”

The thin, spectacled man said nothing; he didn’t so much as even raise an eyebrow to Tanner’s inquiry. Wren simply chuckled.

“Oh what’s so funny then, little Sparrow?”

Wren stretched his arms behind his head, feeling the clasps of his cuffs dig into the base of his skull. It gave him a sense of cold reassurance of his fate, “Davies won’t answer you.”

“Why? He mute or something?”

Wren looked to Davies. He looked back with an arched, inquisitive eyebrow and an air of confidence before closing his eyes and turning to face the floor once more.

“No. He’s not mute. He just has a rule; he won’t talk to people he thinks he can kill...” Wren turned again, “Isn’t that right Davies?”

Davies remained silent.

Wren chuckled and looked back to Tanner, “Y’see, the thing with Davies is, he bloody thinks he can kill every sod he’s ever met... Truth is, I bloody believe him too.”

So there you go. My resident silent badass, Davies.

Enjoy!

Craiggy.