What was that? David turned to a soft rustling sound while on his way back to the facility. Scanning the horizon, he could barely even see the festivities any more, the lights so dim in the distance they even began to f a d e. His brow furrowed at the sight. Looking upwards, even the silver of the canopy was slowly ebbing away. . . . Tense, he turned around again the sounds closer. The grinding of metal. He took a tentative step in the direction and the usual dry snap of twigs sounded underfoot, except as he looked at each one they were oddly similar in length. David blinked twice. His eyes adjusting to the growing shadows but he could not yet tell if his gaze was deceiving him. Backing off, unsure of which direction he was going in anymore, he squinted at a figure in the distance. A hand raising up in his defence, his other hand going to his weapon but even then he did not unholster it.
“What is this? Who are you...?” he muttered, both not wanting to draw attention to himself but needing to know the answers.
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