[ Here again. He really hoped he would never be here again. It's a different station, of course; none of the destinations on the signs are places he's been, and none of the dirty walkways are ones he's walked down. Standing in the filthy interior corridor of a derelict subway car, hearing shuffling footsteps and grunts and groans that are only only nearly human - he's been here before. The familiar stink of corpses fills his nostrils, and only a learned tolerance of it keeps him from dry heaving where he stands.
He's wrenched open the door to the next car with a rusty pipe. It was jammed shut with rust and unidentifiable debris, but he managed to open it. Henry stands back to let everyone else pass through, both out of politeness and an understanding that they're all much stronger than him - but as the last person goes ahead of him, he hesitates at the threshold, lifting an unsteady hand to his temple. His skin's gone pale, and he very much looks like he's about to throw up. ]
flooded mall
We can't swim through that...
[ so Henry declares as they stand at the precipice of the escalators, staring tiredly at the expanse of opaque brown water between them and the way to the next floor. It's not just that it's filthy, although that's also a concern - it's the fact that they can't see through it. The bloated bodies floating at the surface are as still as the rest of the litter dotting the water, but he doesn't believe for a second that they're truly gone.
Time for some creative problem-solving!! ]
rendezvous
[ hello. it's Henry, looking more tired and significantly more dirty than before, but hey, he's got a backpack now, which means he no longer has limited inventory space! What a concept. ]
... Do you ...want some water?
[ there's a lot going on, but it's important to stay hydrated... something he's not used to dealing with, frankly. ]
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[ Here again. He really hoped he would never be here again. It's a different station, of course; none of the destinations on the signs are places he's been, and none of the dirty walkways are ones he's walked down. Standing in the filthy interior corridor of a derelict subway car, hearing shuffling footsteps and grunts and groans that are only only nearly human - he's been here before. The familiar stink of corpses fills his nostrils, and only a learned tolerance of it keeps him from dry heaving where he stands.
He's wrenched open the door to the next car with a rusty pipe. It was jammed shut with rust and unidentifiable debris, but he managed to open it. Henry stands back to let everyone else pass through, both out of politeness and an understanding that they're all much stronger than him - but as the last person goes ahead of him, he hesitates at the threshold, lifting an unsteady hand to his temple. His skin's gone pale, and he very much looks like he's about to throw up. ]
flooded mall
We can't swim through that...
[ so Henry declares as they stand at the precipice of the escalators, staring tiredly at the expanse of opaque brown water between them and the way to the next floor. It's not just that it's filthy, although that's also a concern - it's the fact that they can't see through it. The bloated bodies floating at the surface are as still as the rest of the litter dotting the water, but he doesn't believe for a second that they're truly gone.
Time for some creative problem-solving!! ]
rendezvous
[ hello. it's Henry, looking more tired and significantly more dirty than before, but hey, he's got a backpack now, which means he no longer has limited inventory space! What a concept. ]
... Do you ...want some water?
[ there's a lot going on, but it's important to stay hydrated... something he's not used to dealing with, frankly. ]