BLAST FROM THE PAST BABBY

[dawgeater]

[A young man wanders through the halls, a rusted pipe gripped firmly in his hand. He glances around from time to time, ever alert. Cuts and scrapes decorate his skin, the bandages seem old and tattered.

Stopping at a corpse, he crouches down and starts rifling through it’s pockets, muttering apologies.]

Comments

[theyneverfit]

/there's a Big Daddy staring at Amir. It's somehow snuck up behind him, and now it's just standing there, gurgling.

[dawgeater]

[Carefully turns to the noise, nearly squeaking when he see's just what it's coming from.

He stands up carefully and backs away. He doesn't know much about Alphas, but he's hoping they're like most Big Daddies and will leave him be.]

[theyneverfit]

/limps forward, following him.

[dawgeater]

[Keeps backing away, not moving his eyes from the Alpha. This proves to be a bad idea when he backs himself into a corner. His voice is shaking and he speaks slowly.]

Can I do something for you...?

[theyneverfit]

/lets out a low droning noise and reaches for Amir, brushing his face with his gloved fingertips, as if to confirm he exists.

[dawgeater]

[Stands there frozen, staring back at Mu and trying to keep still.]