[001] re-entry
[a video post engages, with the device lying on its side in the dead grass of the abandoned baseball diamond. the sun is shining brightly, it is midday, and the sounds of the City can be heard in the background.
after a few moments of silence, there's a sort of sputtering sound, a low pained groan, and a sharp series of wracking coughs, followed by a whimper, and then spitting. Matt's hand comes into view, and knocks the NV, which turns a bit so he's visible, dressed in a tattered and filthy black and red striped shirt, face smudged with blood, hair a mess, and goggles hanging around his neck. he coughs a few more times, spits a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground, and makes a low moan. his face is deathly pale]
Fuck, what...I can't remember...
[his arm is cradled against his chest, and he sits still, breathing shallowly, leaning on his left hand on the grass, eyes closed. his voice is groggy]
Okay, okay. Grass, maybe the Courtyard.
[he's muttering, talking to himself quietly. he tries to move his right arm, and then makes a low groan through grit teeth]
Fuck, that hurts. [a few panting breaths, and his eyes open again, scanning around himself blearily]
Ooookay, not the Courtyard. But where...? This reminds me of...
[his eyes fall on the NV, and he freezes, staring at it for a moment before reaching out for it tentatively and picking it up]
Recording, huh? [he clears his throat, winces at the pain in his neck and jaw, and speaks evenly]
Where is this place, and how did I get here?
after a few moments of silence, there's a sort of sputtering sound, a low pained groan, and a sharp series of wracking coughs, followed by a whimper, and then spitting. Matt's hand comes into view, and knocks the NV, which turns a bit so he's visible, dressed in a tattered and filthy black and red striped shirt, face smudged with blood, hair a mess, and goggles hanging around his neck. he coughs a few more times, spits a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground, and makes a low moan. his face is deathly pale]
Fuck, what...I can't remember...
[his arm is cradled against his chest, and he sits still, breathing shallowly, leaning on his left hand on the grass, eyes closed. his voice is groggy]
Okay, okay. Grass, maybe the Courtyard.
[he's muttering, talking to himself quietly. he tries to move his right arm, and then makes a low groan through grit teeth]
Fuck, that hurts. [a few panting breaths, and his eyes open again, scanning around himself blearily]
Ooookay, not the Courtyard. But where...? This reminds me of...
[his eyes fall on the NV, and he freezes, staring at it for a moment before reaching out for it tentatively and picking it up]
Recording, huh? [he clears his throat, winces at the pain in his neck and jaw, and speaks evenly]
Where is this place, and how did I get here?