[Day 4] Valletta
[On the front steps of St. Pubilus church, Gilbert is plodding slowly upwards.
The past few days had been a blur. Hiding, mostly inside the sanctuary ahead of him. Running, scavenging for food...that last task had been on his mind when he'd wandered out this time, gripping the knife on the inside of his uniform jacket. That same hand was gripping the front of his shirt near his stomach now, instead. Today's scavenging hadn't been so successful.
His shoes snapped over the remnants of the doors as he slipped inside. One advantage to the stench that lingered all around the room in front of him: it made it easy to forget his empty stomach. Gilbert took a moment to kick at the splinters near his feet, as he went in.
Taking a moment to listen for the shamble of feet inside: maybe. Taking a moment to fight off awareness that he had no idea what to do with the remains of the day: more likely.]
The past few days had been a blur. Hiding, mostly inside the sanctuary ahead of him. Running, scavenging for food...that last task had been on his mind when he'd wandered out this time, gripping the knife on the inside of his uniform jacket. That same hand was gripping the front of his shirt near his stomach now, instead. Today's scavenging hadn't been so successful.
His shoes snapped over the remnants of the doors as he slipped inside. One advantage to the stench that lingered all around the room in front of him: it made it easy to forget his empty stomach. Gilbert took a moment to kick at the splinters near his feet, as he went in.
Taking a moment to listen for the shamble of feet inside: maybe. Taking a moment to fight off awareness that he had no idea what to do with the remains of the day: more likely.]