You aren’t used to this game. In fact, you’ve never been outside of your native game. The smells are strange and foreign, feeling acrid on the scent organ against the roof of your mouth as you breathe in slowly to taste it all.
Something delicious, however, hits your senses. Something rotting, maybe… Smells like it. The idea of getting something to eat makes your mouth water.
It’s coming from that odd bin with a lid and some other cans and stuff on it, so you just shove them off and ignore the loud clatter as you tear off the lid and toss it to the side as well to begin picking through trash for what you smell. It appears to be the old…. Carcass…. Of something.
You’ve never seen a chicken before, so this spoiled meat is foreign to you as you sit yourself on the ground and begin to gnaw on blackened bones and green meat that tastes hardly similar to what you normally eat.
The voice makes you jump, eliciting a growl as you drop your meal and stand over it defensively.
“GO AWAY THIS IS MINE.” You snarl, glaring down at the male that creeps into the more lit hallway, bathed in the soft fluorescent glow from the kitchen’s light. “YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY.”
A burst of panic seizes every muscle in Simon’s body the minute
his ears register something behind him. He positions his weapon
with a quiver in his grip, and fingers the flashlight fastened to it until
he hears a click. With a sharp turn, he strains his eyes for any sort
of movement, anything.
There’s a scent in the darkness putrid enough to make his nose
burn. And from the same darkness, a growl resounds in warning,
just loud enough to be heard. For a second, it seems as though
the noise is in his head, among the series of garbled nonsense
that left him constantly questioning his senses.
Then he shifts, and catches the source of the growl in his light.
Something real, something actually there, corporeal. It looked
pernicious, hungry, and in defense of its meal. Simon jumps
back, slightly, peeling his finger from the trigger.
‟ I didn’t—Look, I’m not trying to take anything! I don’t want
anything, I’m just—I’m trying to find a way out of here. I’m not…
looking for any trouble. „
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