now killing is their only source of joy

[natural_set]

[Action; Day 2]

[N is in an absolute blind running panic. The park he used to find solace in is gone and all that remains of it is charred dirt; being alone, he was a prime victim for the roving packs of mutilated people, and has spent most of the day darting among the battered ruins in an attempt to find some kind of shelter. He's carrying a

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[kleptophile]

[Hey, N, have an equally paranoid teenager. He's out scavenging for more supplies; he's already got a bit but god knows he could use anything he can get his hands on.

He's been running from anything he sees, so imagine his surprise when he startles someone into running away from him. Considering how he's probably the least threatening-looking thing ever, he just stands where he is for a moment, blinking.

Then, not that he expects a reply, he calls out.] Hey, I'm just looking around, I'm not gonna bother you or anything. [He doesn't make any move to follow, because if it were him running, that isn't what he'd want. And Lyn knows something about fleeing from any and all potential threats.]

[tenebrousking]

Ah. It's you.

[In one of the ruins he darts into, N will disturb a man reclining against a piece of concrete, looking as if he had hardly a care in the world.]

Well met, Hero of Unova.

Catching up on Thanksgiving event posts; hope you don't mind a backtag!

[monk_of_keyfu]

Harken!

[There's someone else out here! Not a few moments later, there's the sound of fighting and frustrated roaring and angrish from the ghouls.]

[In fact, one is knocked backward from a round a corner, rolling a few feet in front of N. The sounds of fighting continue, but judging from the meaty and squishy (if faint) thuds, whoever's fighting the cannibals isn't using weapons of any kind.]