WHERE: The Silo
OPEN TO: Anyone @ The Silo
Rich Rockwell has no clue what the actual fuck is going on right now. He'd heard the screams first, ears perking at the sound and instinctively he'd reached for his gun. Thinking better of it, somehow, for some reason, he'd decided it was a better idea to investigate first. Before, you know. completely blowing his cover. The man has been trained better than that, and he'd had to remind himself of this constantly. But then the hollering picked up, and the screams became more consistent. The sounds of the undead began to drown out the distress of the crowds, but it's only when chestnut pools fall upon one human being seemingly feasting on another that he'd started to feel alarmed. "This can't be real. That shit out there? That cannot be fucking real." Rich exhales, forcibly, fingers raking through the front of his mane as he paced back and forth. Fists, and fingers, and limbs, banged on the walls outside of the Silo, and the echo was almost enough to drive him mad. "Those people, they're-" The man swallowed, knowing damn well he didn't need to finish the sentence. He could smell them, and he knew the rest of them could, too.
