freakybirdkidtoby
}{ Camus wasn't aware how hard is was to secure food outside of the research facility. He was used to being called 'sir', and being brought different gourmet foods, not having to search around for leftovers like some out of work. With his hands shoved in his coat pocket, hood low enough to cover his face best he could, he approached a younger looking kid, talking in a low voice. "Hey. Do you know where I would be able to get something to eat near here?" Hopefully the kid would be able to help.







