#au six

[spongebobfan1]

Ugh made these designs yesterday :|

[huntedhunter]

Patrol was endlessly boring. He cocked his head as he noticed someone try to walk out of the civilian perimeter. He was grateful for something to do, for some words to say. “Now, I know you’re not allowed to go further, but the real question is why would you want to?” Hunter scoffed a laughter, genuinely willing to let it pass, depending on how good the answer would be.

[huntedhunter]

He was just returning from Los Angeles, where he’d shot his comedy special. Everybody agreed it would make a splash. Hunter Twill was already a brand.

Mother burned down with a fever. She went first, forehead hot, boiling the brain inside. The rest of them were transitioning when Hunter killed them. He killed them all and ran away. Maybe they hadn’t even all caught it.

He doesn’t think about it. If he thought about it, he’d have to admit looking back leaves him indifferent. For the first couple of weeks, he was more bummed about that damned comedy special no longer airing.

The next months passed all confusing. He travelled alone. He’d found a weapon. Every bullet counted. Luckily, he’d always been decent at Call of Duty. When he reached Fort Batten, he was out of ammunition and tired. 

Now he does patrol, which is beneath his level, but easy enough not to require much brain, and he can crack a joke from time to time, when he’s on duty with the right people.