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thearena2012-11-21 03:26 am
big_badass_hero) wrote in thearena2012-11-21 03:26 am
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it's not a question of can he... it's more will he.
WHO | Chris Redfield and open
WHAT | Chris risked exploring the lower levels and now he's sick as a dog.
WHEN | week in
WHERE | just within the cover of the woods.
WARNINGS / NOTES | it's Chris... going PG to be safe.
It had been a mistake heading in. He had known that when he had started to feel sick, though he was curious to see what he could find.
Now he’s leaning against a tree, still no weapon, though he didn’t need them to find food, he had managed to kill a small bird earlier, beat nothing. Now he was looking at the spoils he had picked up in the ruins.
The cans he set to the side a moment, even though he wasn’t sure how fresh the water was it was cooling. He drank a quarter of the bottle before stopping himself, military training kicking in. He wasn’t sure when things would get better so Chris would save it for now. Getting to the river would be a problem with how he was feeling. Though he did tuck the cans into his pockets. He needed to get moving, for one thing it would warm him up a little, other, well he had lost track of where the others were, and that seemed to be more dangerous in his mind than the elements. Chris picked up the long branch he had found to use as a walking stick, it was a crap weapon, what he wouldn’t do for his samurai edge right now.
Think of them as the infected I might survive this. He thought working his way deeper into the trees.
WHAT | Chris risked exploring the lower levels and now he's sick as a dog.
WHEN | week in
WHERE | just within the cover of the woods.
WARNINGS / NOTES | it's Chris... going PG to be safe.
It had been a mistake heading in. He had known that when he had started to feel sick, though he was curious to see what he could find.
Now he’s leaning against a tree, still no weapon, though he didn’t need them to find food, he had managed to kill a small bird earlier, beat nothing. Now he was looking at the spoils he had picked up in the ruins.
The cans he set to the side a moment, even though he wasn’t sure how fresh the water was it was cooling. He drank a quarter of the bottle before stopping himself, military training kicking in. He wasn’t sure when things would get better so Chris would save it for now. Getting to the river would be a problem with how he was feeling. Though he did tuck the cans into his pockets. He needed to get moving, for one thing it would warm him up a little, other, well he had lost track of where the others were, and that seemed to be more dangerous in his mind than the elements. Chris picked up the long branch he had found to use as a walking stick, it was a crap weapon, what he wouldn’t do for his samurai edge right now.
Think of them as the infected I might survive this. He thought working his way deeper into the trees.