five. ♠
[there's a man running through the snow armed with a sharpened spear and a large hunting knife. the knife was pilfered from the stores, and he'd managed to outsmart the 'bots that chased after him. he's got a few wounds on his legs and face, bleeding freely since he had no medical supplies on him. he would have gathered them if he had gotten a chance - stupid robots]
It had to be robots. Always robots. Why couldn't it have been starving vampires or vengeful spirits?
[heaves a sigh, running for it. in a dress shirt that's torn in places and jeans with no shoes in sight, he swears under his breath. the cabin's finally in sight and he puts on a burst of speed, thin legs pounding for all their worth. he bursts through the door and falls onto the rug, panting and shivering hard]
Fuck, it's cold.
It had to be robots. Always robots. Why couldn't it have been starving vampires or vengeful spirits?
[heaves a sigh, running for it. in a dress shirt that's torn in places and jeans with no shoes in sight, he swears under his breath. the cabin's finally in sight and he puts on a burst of speed, thin legs pounding for all their worth. he bursts through the door and falls onto the rug, panting and shivering hard]
Fuck, it's cold.