@waxingseptic || Chase
All he can hear are screams.
He doesn’t even know who’s screaming, just that there are lots of people around him screaming and running in various directions, and he’s trying to search everywhere for anyone, someone that matters to him. Dark doesn’t make it very far before something clobbers him upside the head. It’s not enough to instantly knock him unconscious, but it’s a sharp pain nonetheless, and he’s stumbling to his knees, making an attempt to crawl out of the fray. Even his vision is blurred, due to more than just smoke and heavy, poisonous air even he can barely breathe.
He passes out somewhere next to a destroyed building that’s still white-hot to the touch. But in his state, it feels almost too cool, not at all comforting in his sudden and painful sleep.
When Dark next wakes, he has to peel himself from the ground. The atmosphere is deathly quiet, with only faint echoes that are fading into the still-heavy miasma. Everything seems to be shades of orange, red, black, maybe even purple. Dark can’t focus on anything, he’d spent god-knows-how-long breathing in the ash and dust, and he’s dizzily swaying as he hoists himself up to his feet. His body is wracked with coughs and the feeling of CHOKING, as he literally peels himself up away from the road. His skin, along with his jackiet and even shirt are pried away, permanently stuck to the destroyed road he’d just been laying on. Dark doesn’t know what’s happened, other than the fucking world is ending, and he’s no closer to finding anyone he cares about.
Unless he forces himself to turn back toward the direction he came, almost instinctively. It’s almost as if his body knows where he’s going before HE does.
He trudges through the streets, rubbing at his arms and torn shirt (his jacket was discarded somewhere along the way, too ruined to salvage anything. He stops when he sees a familiar dwelling up ahead, half crumbled, with dead bodies lying everywhere, in the streets, on the sidewalk... His eyes widen as he rushes forward, mind only focused on one person.
Please be home. Please be ALIVE.
“Chase! Chase, please tell me you’re here, I swear to fucking hell-” Dark tears through the morbid graveyard as he approaches the building. Screaming is just going to torch his lungs, but he has to know for certain.
“CHASE!”
