How long had he been walking? There had been nothing, then just... unbearable sound and painful light against his narrowed eyes. Closing both eyelids had done little to dull it. He had stumbled past debris and shells of blasted vehicles, too disoriented to actually register anything beyond the need to get away .
And so, he had ended up here. Ruined buildings, sand... Hm. He disliked sand, and the light, and the heat... His outer layers felt heavy from the constant sun on them, dried blood was matted into his hair and sand stung at his body where the wind blew it at him... He was so sore. So tired.
Was someone approaching? He squinted against the bright sunlight, not that it did much. His eyes were too sore to focus properly, and any attempts at speaking only produced strained noises.
He couldn't walk anymore. He stumbled and fell then, breaths coming only in weak wheezes, body overheated and head aching. Perhaps he would just... rest here a while.
Inukai woke up with a start, having taken a little victory nap after picking up his prey. Weird. He hadn’t thought about his service days in a dog’s years. The jangle of metal dogtags hanging from the chain around his neck caught his attention, thick fingers turning the battered and engraved rectangles this way and that.
Oh yeah. Everyone’s dead, ‘cuz...
“-I killed ‘em,” he muttered to himself, blinking owlishly as his senses returned.
“Huh. Get as old as me and sometimes, your memory just ain’t that good anymore,” he laughed to no one in particular, certainly not his hostage currently handcuffed to a nearby table bolted to the floor. There were manacles around her ankles attached to the table legs as well, just in case she tried kicking him in the junk again.
“That really hurt, y’know? That’s not nice to kick a man in the balls, Little Rabbit,” he scolded the girl, making a ‘tsk’ing noise under his breath.
“If I’d gotten mad atcha, I would have crushed your head like a fucking grape... And then I wouldn’t be able to get Izuku here, so that could have gone a LOT worse. You should be grateful, we can all have a nice little talk!”
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