Post by Cain Sterling on Sept 23, 2015 23:34:22 GMT -6
The dry grass crinkled and broke with each step as he stepped in and out of the cracks of a ruined main street, a nameless town miles away from his drop zone. Though an older man, his health felt in no way a burden to him, light huffs and occasional needs to rest just a necessity for a man his age. Though brick buildings and glass-less towers dotted the flat landscape, great trees rose from the dried blacktop of parking lots and rotted suburban homes, nature only a few decades away from taking it all back. Cain missed the smell of ventilated air and plug-in scents, missed the bustle of buildings packed with young open minds and professors, both the agreeable and antagonistic. He wasn't often allowed to travel to Chicago for Sanctum Business, but out of the many times he was forced out, he believed this was one of his more peaceful walks, with no threats of Infected and no raider activity seen in many miles. So it was surprising to hear, in such an insubstantial location, that Sanctum's new Scent would be anywhere near her.
The description Touch gave him was an a woman of African descent, tall and muscular though a bit on the underfed size. Her many talents are cooking, sneakiness, and killing. She said to look for campfire smoke in case of a successful hunt, but it was not assured. But most of all, the woman seemed pensive, indecisive, as though searching for something without a strong lead. Understandably so, Cain thought, seeing this hybrid forest hid buildings like ancient jungle temples. But beyond that, he knew he would come into contact, and it would most likely be sudden. Cain has become used to surprise, either way.
Cain came near what seemed to be the remnant of a cul-de-sac on the off-path from the main street. Cain didn't really know why, but it felt notable. There were fewer trees here, 3 brick and stone houses still in somewhat good repair, and a large weeping willow tree in the center so low to the ground he couldn't see around it, with a moldy-looking yellow fire hydrant to the side of it. Any sign of a street barely remained, with tall prairie grass and dead brown spots with black rubble in equal measure.
Cain continued walking. He heard the shaking of nearby grass, something that may have sound like metal clinking, perhaps ammunition or parts. But he was oblivious to the danger. After all, he had a quick solution for any problems. Whatever happened next, wherever he even was, he was in control, and if there was any trouble, he was assured that the unappointed Scent would protect him.
The description Touch gave him was an a woman of African descent, tall and muscular though a bit on the underfed size. Her many talents are cooking, sneakiness, and killing. She said to look for campfire smoke in case of a successful hunt, but it was not assured. But most of all, the woman seemed pensive, indecisive, as though searching for something without a strong lead. Understandably so, Cain thought, seeing this hybrid forest hid buildings like ancient jungle temples. But beyond that, he knew he would come into contact, and it would most likely be sudden. Cain has become used to surprise, either way.
Cain came near what seemed to be the remnant of a cul-de-sac on the off-path from the main street. Cain didn't really know why, but it felt notable. There were fewer trees here, 3 brick and stone houses still in somewhat good repair, and a large weeping willow tree in the center so low to the ground he couldn't see around it, with a moldy-looking yellow fire hydrant to the side of it. Any sign of a street barely remained, with tall prairie grass and dead brown spots with black rubble in equal measure.
Cain continued walking. He heard the shaking of nearby grass, something that may have sound like metal clinking, perhaps ammunition or parts. But he was oblivious to the danger. After all, he had a quick solution for any problems. Whatever happened next, wherever he even was, he was in control, and if there was any trouble, he was assured that the unappointed Scent would protect him.