@voidbcrn liked for a starter!
┑Blood ran down his face. He couldn’t remember where he was, just that his head fucking hurt like hell. What happened, what was happening? A train, he remembers a train? He doesn’t know, but he crawls out from rubble, crawls until he hits the shade of a hill, and turns himself around, coughing and wiping the tacky liquid from his head. His fingers were fucking burning, and he picks metal from them, trying to think. What was he just doing?┍
┑His attention is caught by a shadow, and when he looks up, he can’t see them right-- his vision is blurry, probably from his wound, and the sun obscures them. He goes to tug his hood in place, to hide from the world the face of a fucking monster, but his cloak is gone and he grabs at air. For some reason, a cocky kind of anger fills him.┍
┑He gives the figure a strained, toothy grin, eye twitching-- be it from pain or rage he can’t tell. Timmy laughs. “Oh boy, what a blast, huh? Come to loot from my corpse? I ain’t dead yet, so you might wanna find someone else.” His hands drop to his side, his fingers graze the end of his knife. “Or are you gonna finish the job?”┍
