DATE: December 10th, 2020 TIME: Unknown LOCATION: somewhere in the Jungle
Luke makes his way through the dark under the thick canopy. His ears are ringing like he was hit over the head with a bat, and he can only hear his own raspy breath. He doesn’t recall being separated from the search party. One moment, he was fighting off the shadows clinging to him, and then when he looked around, he was alone.
He stops by a tree and crouches down to recuperate. His mind is still struggling to process what just happened. Hallucination? Some kind of a trick? But the shadows looked and sounded real-- ‘I don’t wanna die,’ it said as it sank its claws onto his arm marking him with jagged red lines. He stares at the scratch for a moment before realizing that his old wound has also opened up and started bleeding again.
But something inside him is disjointed, like one of the cogwheels is dislodged and spinning aimlessly, and his thoughts are fragmented. The sharp pain doesn’t bother him, not in the way it should. The ringing in his ears has passed at least, and all the sounds and noises return. Just in time for him to hear a branch breaking close by. He draws his axe, ready to defend himself, and shoots back up to his feet. His alertness is wasted on Mallory Castle, however. “Oh. Hey.” He lets out a stupid, almost disappointed sound. He lowers his axe, but keeps a safe distance. He stares at her quietly, too long even for him and his antics of scanning people up and down, before finally it occurs to him, “where’s Blondie? Thought he was with you.”
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