— Curiosity is a bitch and it sure makes its way into the life of others; as Harry Warden was unfamiliar with this new forest ridden terrain. He couldn’t sit down and wait for something to happen or ‘people’ if that’s what these creatures even considered themselves- needed someone to talk to. Coming to the realization of little to no possibilities of escape, he’d might as well make the most of it and explore the strange realm to his liking.
Carved wooden markings embedded into the jagged tree bark, forcefully pierced by the blunt end of the Miner’s pick to ensure he would have no trouble finding his way back to where he came from. But that wasn’t to worry about in this case. No one had warned Harry of the little ‘surprises’ they left out for survivors who ventured out so far and Warden seemed to have run into such as the jaws of a metallic mechanism tripped wired and pierced against the males ankle.
A gut wrenching groan was let out from the pain, the mute stumbled backwards, falling over himself with the jaws lodged into his leg. Sharp inhales and exhales flowed through the nozzle of his gas mask as the Warden gripped his hands together, attempting to stay calm in such a dire situation.
After gritting at the dirt from some odd time, there was a rustle from the bushes in-front of him. Help? It was too good to be true. Low toned growls snarled at the Miner, and soon noticed a whole pack of predator like eyes lying within the hidden bushes stalked and watched him, steadily with an obvious intention to do more harm with little to no good. With the trap locked in place and cemented to the ground there was little movement of him moving anytime soon and was left to defend himself with the signature pick he had taken with him, inside of the realm. They approached him violently, tearing and fiercely penetrating his wounded skin.
The creatures were fending for their lives as if Harry were the only thing standing in between them and starvation. Like animals, their jaws held tight around his flesh, leaving the man shaking and out of breath from the pain that left him in a seemingly dying state. Dead, beaten and bruised his attempts of getting out were as good as gone with his ankle being mashed and torn to the bone from all the petty attempts he made.
Once more the leafy bushes rustled. Had death come to end him finally after being stuck bleeding for hours with nothing but his own thoughts to wallow in? Something felt different, It was quiet, no growls, or beading eyes, it was a man. A rugged man.
His appearance looked unfamiliar to him, though he couldn’t exactly tell with the bloodstained lens staining his visual sensors. He didn’t look to be any sort of killer, a survivor perhaps? It should have been him in this, not me.
With hesitation the man inched forward causing Harry to react defensively pushing himself farther back up against the tree as if he were a wounded stray. Had he really just found himself stuck in such a helpless state to accept the assistance of the enemy? Had he gone that desperate?
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Crows fleeting from the towering canopy that sat around them, a distant sound caught David’s attention, a new unfamiliar sound, a snapping sound followed by otherworldly growls. Puzzled, he found himself intrigued to figure out what exactly the source were; didn’t sound like any sort of new wildlife, a pig wouldn’t make the cut, nor would a bull or cow. So what lurked in the distance? Only one way to find out.
With that he took off, most members of the camp had wandered off on their own adventure, David were one of the few faces who stayed behind, though it got under his skin, sounds of distressed only felt right to him if he were causing the pain; as fucked up as that is.
Sounds of unwelcome presences stood in the bushes, something were watching his back, it burnt right through him. Before taking one more step, a part of the metal glistened, stopping abruptly in his tracks, it started to piece together in his mind, a snap? That tied to the trap, the feeling of being watched? A working of whatever toyed with them like puppets.
Bloodied fingers, bear trap lodged in his ankle, the picture painted itself as clear as day as David parted the leaves that obscured the view from the dark figure who sat swaying ever so slightly, barely hanging onto what life he had left.
“Well-well-well, what d’ we ‘ave ‘ere.”
Brow raised, he took cautious steps towards the others, instantaneously picking up on the body language, though it’s a pleasant surprise over being mauled to death from some being that got conjured up from the lower circles of hell, this man; well, as close as he resembled, got caught in the many ankle biters that littered the ground - and no, David wasn’t thinking about the ratbags who’s try to rile him up from time to time.
“Now, before I do end up doing somethin’ I’ll regret, are y’ t’ promise that ye’ ain’t going to swing at me as soon as yer out– Not that I expect y’ to ‘ave the energy with how much blood y’ve let pour outta ye’.”
Though there were some assistance willing to be given, the man in the mask gave a vibe that didn’t sit well with the Scrapper, hence the mocking tone that sat on the tip of his tongue, most stemmed as something defensive; belittling a potential threat will go one of two ways:
a.) only piss them off more
b.) discourage them from doing anything
Either outcome, King’s willing to try this man for whatever he has. With no response coming with the other, he dug his fingers into the mess that is Harry’s ankle, prying the bear trap open with as much force as possible, waiting for the other to pull their foot out.
Watching the man stumbling back into the tree, he wiped the blood on the side of his jeans before squatting down in front of them, studying the wounds; Ouch, a lot of them were in for an infection, especially with… Bite marks? Eyes widened, it made sense why the sound he heard in the treeline were something that he couldn’t connect to something he’s heard previously.
The wounds oozed more of the crimson substance; blood didn’t match the consistency of what dribbled out, almost as if the bites left the blood to coagulate rapidly, it’s an unsettling sight though David had grown used to such odd things happening; being that in trials, their blood often preformed the same procedure.
“‘spose we need t’ patch y’ up, no?”
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