event starter call : for @labebantur !
IT’S GETTING LESS SURPRISING to see fellow displaced citizens of Spirale by the hour. While, at first, Chell had felt isolated and alone, that’s not really a concern anymore. On the plus side, it means that she’ll be better off facing the monsters. On the other hand, she doesn’t really like people.
But honestly, at the end of the day she’s relieved that she’s not here alone. That would be even worse. More of the same, but awful nonetheless.
She can’t get through a patrol without running into someone. And while she’s more than happy to share her stockpiled resources, she knows better than to just trust anyone. They might all be from Spirale, but... there are a lot of different kinds of people there. Including people that Chell fully knows aren’t that morally upstanding.
She doesn’t think she’s been spotted yet. So she crouches down behind some rubble, watching the stranger’s movements carefully.
Naturally, her fabric-wrapped foot lands on some thin sheet metal with a crunch, and, though the fabric muffles it a little bit, it’s still audible. Dammit.