Purple is all he saw as he awoke with fabric all around him. It was overly humid where he was, his heart racing as all he could smell was musk and sweat. He knew exactly where he was, and by the time he had awoken the sock was already moving and tumbling. Everything outside of the walls of his chamber sounded busy, people walking around with purpose going from place to place... Then her toes came in, sliding over him as she tugged her sock on tight. He quaked with anticipation as he felt his back pressed against the skin of her foot, before plunging into darkness. The heat intensified to a dangerous level, but the owner of the sock was in a hurry to say the least.
"Damnit... I'll deal with it later." Alicia grumbled to herself as she ran out of her bunk.
It had been well over a year since the United States had fallen into a state of chaos. In the beginning it was a revolution, the people of America had come to arms in a fight for independence once again; but in that fight they released a horror upon the world that kept everyone on their toes. The Marine base that she and her sister were stationed at in California was one of the few left standing, it had become a survivor's stronghold at this point. Because of their scavenging, however, the base itself had enough food and fuel to survive for years to come - that is, if the terror they were fighting didn't get them first - Or the thousands of looters savaging through the forests nearby...
Alicia, a Jergon from southern California, was a versatile Marine on base and one of the handful of remaining soldiers that were stationed there before the fall. Her MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) had changed several times in her career - She was a grease monkey working on the tanks to begin with, and just before the fall she had become a Heavy Equipment Operator. Today was the base's monthly trip into Los Angeles, and she was to roast herself inside of the tin can of the convoy that consisted of both marines and newly trained civilians alike.
Their mission: Fuel, Food, and to procure a specimen of this wraith species they were fighting so that Alicia's sister could study it.
Mathew lasted surprisingly long beneath the 8 foot behemoth of a Marine... Though, a pebble in her sock was the last thing she was concerned with. Her mission was a partial success: Food and Fuel were procured well in their four days out, but no specimen was found for her sister to study. With the tanks back behind the wire and a few fuel trucks full of diesel already pumping it into a storage container on the far side of the base, Alicia finally decided to take a second and see what the pebble was. It went away after day two it felt like, but she remembered it was there...
Flattened, Mathew's body adorned Alicia's sole. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out what the creature was, she casually wiped the crushed remains off of her foot with a small towel and balled it up.
"Eirian might want to see this..." She said casually, putting her footwear back on before hopping off of her tank to head back into the base