#sncperiisms

[nichtschaden]

“ you don’t have to be scared of me. ” :3 (outlast, outlast, outlast)

      “Have you seen this place!? You think I’m going to just fucking trust you!?”

The other man might have been stockier, but Fritz was taller, and adrenaline surged through his vein like steroids. The German was disheveled and blood-spattered, wielding a broken table leg like a baseball bat. Unlike the patients, guards and doctors, he was dressed in jeans and a green button-down, and a visitor ID still dangled from a shirt pocket.

Thunder rolled through the courtyard, and the whisper of trees was almost mocking in the confines of the tall barbed wire fence. A torn bit of green fabric billowed in the wind from a broken window pane, and the way he leaned against the dark stone and held his leg suggested he’d been desperate enough to jump. The broken branch that dangled above their heads hadn’t been enough to hold his weight.

      “... I gave someone the benefit of the doubt. He tried to kill me, and a fucking SHADOW MONSTER just FUCKING ATE HIM! THIS!? IS INSANE!”

A noise inside the building startled the man out of his tirade and he shrank back against the wall, gripping the table leg so tight the color drained from his knuckles.

      “... Look, if you’re not armed, just walk away. I won’t follow you, I’m just trying to get out. I’ve got one good leg, I’d hardly be sport anyway.”

[intoxicated-medicine]

@sncperiisms Josef was sitting at his desk in his office. Battle started in two hours. He had not left his office yet. He had been up all night, though he had only gotten about an hour and a half worths of work done. He sat hunched over his desk, a hand covering his mouth, staring with unfocused red eyes at his paperwork. He did not answer when he heard a knock at the door, though he was nowhere else to be found so he was clearly in there. The doctor just sat there, breathing deeply and as tense as a pulled bowstring.