Huh? R hadn't even realized there was someone out there with him, the knots in the tree roots and branches so large and filled with shadow they could easily hold a person, on second thought. It took another moment, too-long for Living standards, for R to consider the voice and realize he recognized it after all. Ellie. The girl with stories of the fungi Infected.
He slowly turned around to face Ellie with the sleeping bag clanking full of cans behind him. The bad news was he had blood still caked on his face. The good news was it was all his, black and almost like drying tar in consistency. A hole gaped where there should've been a jaw and a chin with only a few strings of withered flesh hanging down. It was the kind of wound that should've bled out one of her Infected.
"Rggh," R said. Tried to say. More like he forced the sound out the back of his throat. Don't even ask him what he was trying to say at this point, because he had no idea either.
He stayed where he'd stopped, the vines already starting to inch around his ankles now that he'd stop moving, staring right at Ellie and wondering what one Dead boy could do for her today.
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He slowly turned around to face Ellie with the sleeping bag clanking full of cans behind him. The bad news was he had blood still caked on his face. The good news was it was all his, black and almost like drying tar in consistency. A hole gaped where there should've been a jaw and a chin with only a few strings of withered flesh hanging down. It was the kind of wound that should've bled out one of her Infected.
"Rggh," R said. Tried to say. More like he forced the sound out the back of his throat. Don't even ask him what he was trying to say at this point, because he had no idea either.
He stayed where he'd stopped, the vines already starting to inch around his ankles now that he'd stop moving, staring right at Ellie and wondering what one Dead boy could do for her today.