It would be several moments before another figure began to shamble through the fog.
Actually, Don wasn't shambling. He was just jumping, turning, twirling and swirling to avoid some debris and grass as he made his way. Find a hiding place, first. Then, regroup, find allies, work out something. Make weapons outside of the garden how he procured. That had been his plan.
He almost passed Susannah by, assuming her to be decoration. Or an already dead Tribute.
...Wait.
He stopped. Dead Tribute. He bent down to examine who it was. Then, he froze in shock.
Susannah!?
Almost instantly, he was checking for signs of life. There was definitely blood, but he wasn't sure, just yet, what caused it. Nor was he sure if she was still breathing or not.
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Actually, Don wasn't shambling. He was just jumping, turning, twirling and swirling to avoid some debris and grass as he made his way. Find a hiding place, first. Then, regroup, find allies, work out something. Make weapons outside of the garden how he procured. That had been his plan.
He almost passed Susannah by, assuming her to be decoration. Or an already dead Tribute.
...Wait.
He stopped. Dead Tribute. He bent down to examine who it was. Then, he froze in shock.
Susannah!?
Almost instantly, he was checking for signs of life. There was definitely blood, but he wasn't sure, just yet, what caused it. Nor was he sure if she was still breathing or not.