The grass is always greener [Envy] (open)
The deserted city and its zombies provided Smokey and Sylar an opportunity to loot food and weapons and work off a little frustration on the skinny, threatening residents. They moved through quickly, only to come to a curious air-lock. Inside, Smokey pokes at the hazmat suits. They're worrying, to say the least.
"What are these for? Fuck... Are they going to gas us next?"
She starts getting into one, because it would just be stupid not to, but it all seems like a trap. Why would they be given anything helpful? After all they've been through so far, all gifts seem to be tainted and horrible. Why should these be any different?
When they actually step out into the beatific fields and suburbs with their peaceful animals and friendly, caring people, Smokey feels like the suits are a horrible trick indeed. Everything is so wonderful here...why are they being denied being part of it?
"What are these for? Fuck... Are they going to gas us next?"
She starts getting into one, because it would just be stupid not to, but it all seems like a trap. Why would they be given anything helpful? After all they've been through so far, all gifts seem to be tainted and horrible. Why should these be any different?
When they actually step out into the beatific fields and suburbs with their peaceful animals and friendly, caring people, Smokey feels like the suits are a horrible trick indeed. Everything is so wonderful here...why are they being denied being part of it?