event// burn and rise above the flames
Otacon was, in a word, terrified. He had been out looking for various mechanical parts when this particular event had struck, and as such was more or less stranded and stumbling blindly through the dark. In that aimless stumbling he had come across a flashlight and later a pistol--he could only assume that to be an odd mix of luck and Infinity at work.
Of course, he couldn't just shoot whatever was stalking around--what if he hit someone uninvolved accidentally? He would never be able to live with that on his conscience.
He was trying to find his way back home--if he got the Mk. II up and running, maybe that would be better than the mostly ineffective flashlight. Panicked as he was, the idea of calling Liquid had completely slipped his mind...so for now, Otacon was stumbling more or less blindly and jumping at every slight sound.
Of course, he couldn't just shoot whatever was stalking around--what if he hit someone uninvolved accidentally? He would never be able to live with that on his conscience.
He was trying to find his way back home--if he got the Mk. II up and running, maybe that would be better than the mostly ineffective flashlight. Panicked as he was, the idea of calling Liquid had completely slipped his mind...so for now, Otacon was stumbling more or less blindly and jumping at every slight sound.