Counting bodies like sheep
There are more bodies in the Nexus. Three, to be precise, lying together in a heap. All occasional-to-rare Nexus-goers, someone you may have passed between portals but never spoken to. Needless to say, you won't be getting another chance.
The first is a teenage girl, grungy blond and too skinny for curves, but who might have been pretty were it not for the bullet wound marring her features. The second is old enough to be her father - and may be. His nice white dress shirt has been dyed a rusty red by that hole in his stomach, but judging by the second slug in his temple he's hardly in a position to mind.
The third is a little unique. A young man, barely college age. All long, lanky (broken) limbs and loose-fitting hippie clothes, smelling vaguely of pot, among other foliage. Unlike the others, his face is exposed and completely untouched. A mop of mousy brown hair shields open, planty-green eyes. Funny, the youth bears a striking resemblance to another, more frequent Nexus-goer: one Dominik Ravnok. So close, in fact, it could well be him.
More of Verbal Kint's hapless victims? Well, there's no one alive to tell the tale, but who else could it be?
((It's time for sleep! Carry on, I'll be back in a few hours.))
The first is a teenage girl, grungy blond and too skinny for curves, but who might have been pretty were it not for the bullet wound marring her features. The second is old enough to be her father - and may be. His nice white dress shirt has been dyed a rusty red by that hole in his stomach, but judging by the second slug in his temple he's hardly in a position to mind.
The third is a little unique. A young man, barely college age. All long, lanky (broken) limbs and loose-fitting hippie clothes, smelling vaguely of pot, among other foliage. Unlike the others, his face is exposed and completely untouched. A mop of mousy brown hair shields open, planty-green eyes. Funny, the youth bears a striking resemblance to another, more frequent Nexus-goer: one Dominik Ravnok. So close, in fact, it could well be him.
More of Verbal Kint's hapless victims? Well, there's no one alive to tell the tale, but who else could it be?
((It's time for sleep! Carry on, I'll be back in a few hours.))