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[marcato]

Who| Aunamee and R.
What| A reunion.
Where| The jungle (far away from buildings)
When| Evening after Cornucopia.
Warnings/Notes| Some self harm. Will be added as necessary.

In the middle of the night, Aunamee makes shelter by digging a hole in the soft ground of the jungle and crawling inside. He covers himself with giant leaves, guaranteeing that his sleeping nest remains pitch black. Claustrophobic. When he blinks, dirt catches in his eyelashes.

He shudders.

Something inside his body is cold and black like the walls around him, and he's not sure what it is.

He shudders again.

This is what it feels like to be an animal, his mind offers, but he silences it by making his hands into tight fists, digging nails into his stupid, bleeding palms.

Comments

[shambler]

It's taken awhile, but he's finally stumbled out of sight of the Cornucopia. It's lost to the tall grass whispering in a breeze that doesn't do anything about the humidity, R wondering briefly if the muggy air is going to speed up his decomposition that, for the most part, has pretty much flat-lined. If Howard's left signs, they're definitely...hidden. So not obvious. R's head swings left and right as he blunders from the grass past the humming poles and into the edge of the jungle.

Night falls. He's used to days and weeks jittering and stopping like a broken film reel - you know, the whole zombie thing screwing up his perception of time - but this is almost pitch-dark. He travels mostly by touch now, figuring when he bumps into something is probably a signal he should turn and shuffle until he stops bumping into things quite as much. Wet leaves slap against his face as he turns yet again.

R's starting to think he should stop and smell for any signs of Living when he topples into a hole that opens up underneath him in the jungle floor. R doesn't curse or shriek as he pitches in: there's a groan choking to nothing in his throat as his cold body collapses almost on top of Aunamee.

The smell of decomposition fills the hole.