[She's not taking the shelter. That's what he assumes at first. He feels stupid immediately. Why did he think that would be a good idea? Hand over everything, make it perfect-- in what world doesn't that sound like a trap? Not this world, that's for certain.
He did too much. He went too far, got too eager. Shame has him turning away, though he tries to pretend that it's hunger. He goes to hunt, to focus on himself for a little bit. This will teach him to use his damn brain.
Or so he thinks. One spattering of blood on pavement later, he notices the horde around him is shifting. They're not after the scraps in his hands (they never are), but undeniably moving together. He feels a surge of panic and he's in motion without even stopping to clean himself off. Moving with the crowd of dead is a whole other weight on him but not one he can focus on, until he's sure.
Of course, that's stupid. He searches, but he's not sure, not until later when (after he does opt to clean the blood off him) he goes to check the apartment.
There is and isn't a note. She left the chance for him to talk but hasn't left anything behind for him to talk about. He doesn't know how to feel. Relief? or disappointment?]
Sorry I missed the horde. I hope you're okay. I can look for anything, if you need it.
[He feels like he should say more, but he doesn't know what. He sighs to himself and slips the note under the door, preparing to head back out from there.]
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He did too much. He went too far, got too eager. Shame has him turning away, though he tries to pretend that it's hunger. He goes to hunt, to focus on himself for a little bit. This will teach him to use his damn brain.
Or so he thinks. One spattering of blood on pavement later, he notices the horde around him is shifting. They're not after the scraps in his hands (they never are), but undeniably moving together. He feels a surge of panic and he's in motion without even stopping to clean himself off. Moving with the crowd of dead is a whole other weight on him but not one he can focus on, until he's sure.
Of course, that's stupid. He searches, but he's not sure, not until later when (after he does opt to clean the blood off him) he goes to check the apartment.
There is and isn't a note. She left the chance for him to talk but hasn't left anything behind for him to talk about. He doesn't know how to feel. Relief? or disappointment?]
Sorry I missed the horde.
I hope you're okay.
I can look for anything, if you need it.
[He feels like he should say more, but he doesn't know what. He sighs to himself and slips the note under the door, preparing to head back out from there.]