[Action]
[Gilbert probably should not have ventured out alone. He's run into a number of people also trapped here, but just sitting still isn't doing him any good. They need to eat, for one thing.
And he needs to find out if Naoki is here. With any luck his husband is safe and sound back in the normal city, but Gilbert can't be sure.
For that matter, if there's anyone else out here. No one should have to be alone. And the more people that they can band together, the better, right?
Of course, he's managed to get himself a little turned around at this point in time. So he's lost. And swearing a bit. Because everytime he reaches for a cigarette, he remembers he doesn't have them. Damn it.
A sudden sound off to his left, a low and foreboding sort of growling sound has him turning around all at once. What was?]
Hello? Somebody there?
[...it's then that he catches sight of it. Gilbert doesn't have a name for it, the horror entirely unspeakable. But textbooks would call it a jaguar. Either way, it's Gilbert's worst nightmare and it is staring him down, stalking him like a housecat stalks a mouse.]
Shit.
[Gilbert wastes no time in pulling his gun, but the cat is fast, and the loud BANG of the gunshot only startles it slightly, missing its mark. And the big jungle cat is pissed.]
....not... not good. [And this would be about where Gilbert takes off, fleeing through the foliage as fast as he can.]
And he needs to find out if Naoki is here. With any luck his husband is safe and sound back in the normal city, but Gilbert can't be sure.
For that matter, if there's anyone else out here. No one should have to be alone. And the more people that they can band together, the better, right?
Of course, he's managed to get himself a little turned around at this point in time. So he's lost. And swearing a bit. Because everytime he reaches for a cigarette, he remembers he doesn't have them. Damn it.
A sudden sound off to his left, a low and foreboding sort of growling sound has him turning around all at once. What was?]
Hello? Somebody there?
[...it's then that he catches sight of it. Gilbert doesn't have a name for it, the horror entirely unspeakable. But textbooks would call it a jaguar. Either way, it's Gilbert's worst nightmare and it is staring him down, stalking him like a housecat stalks a mouse.]
Shit.
[Gilbert wastes no time in pulling his gun, but the cat is fast, and the loud BANG of the gunshot only startles it slightly, missing its mark. And the big jungle cat is pissed.]
....not... not good. [And this would be about where Gilbert takes off, fleeing through the foliage as fast as he can.]