Post by NIKOLAI PETROV on Nov 21, 2018 2:15:11 GMT
he traverses through the barren streets of slateport; what was once a beautiful city blooming with life and tourism is now on track to becoming a desolate wasteland, left to do nothing but rot until the end of time. with no intentions on fixing the generators in the power plant, slateport is left stranded in darkness, isolated from the rest of the region.
it's daytime. the minute rays of the sun shine down him him, casting shadows that trail closely behind him as he walks. each step echoes and rolls through the emptiness. there's no one around him and yet he remains on guard because he knows what rocket are capable of. he will not make the same mistake twice.
he hears footsteps and stops dead in his tracks, swiveling on his heels to hide behind a corner. he feels the roughness of the brick against his back as he slows his breathing, limits his movements enough to remain undetected. he's killed enough to draw attention; rocket aren't expecting him but they should be.
they should fear one of their own.
when the footsteps dwindle down into nothing, he takes a moment to appreciate the silence because there is something poetic about how peaceful things seem to be in a city recently ravaged by violence and death. tragic, but poetic.
the doors to the hospital don't slide open for him but they don't have to. nothing stops the glass from shattering and breaking, scattering into small pieces that litter the ground as he steps over them. she'll be expecting him because that's what's needed from her. there's a care in his step that's unlike him as he walks through what remains of slateport general hospital.
if he can't find her, then she'll find him.