He shouldn't be here again, but he is. The last time he remembers being here, he was tortured in ways he… doesn't even know how to put words to. It makes him shake with a sick feeling to think about and now he's back and it's his own fault.
There were two Zealots who'd been apart of his torment that he couldn't get out of his head, there was something about them that stuck in his head. Like they were once people he might have known, it was in the eyes. When he saw them walking in the streets of Trench, the need to know overpowered the sick fear. He followed, went through the black hole they stepped into to return here…
And the smell hit him. He started having a panic attack and immediately on instinct found the first stall he could to curl up into a ball to try and breathe. He's still in the throes of it when he spots the animal on the other side of the stall struggling and then falling to its side.
It give him something to focus on. Upon closer inspection, it's a wolf, a wolf that's looking at him in an intelligent way he's familiar with. He swallows down the bile and starts to get up, but he's still recovering from the injuries sustained the last time he was here and fumbles. One of the wounds on his side opens up and he cusses but gets up again anyway.
Carefully, he limps over to the wolf, she'll notice he's not in the jumpsuit, but in a flannel shirt and blue jeans, "H-hey… by the way you're looking at me, I'm guessing you're not an ordinary wolf, huh."
His voice is shaking and his breathing is irregular, his hands are shaking too as he cautiously brings them down to her restraints to try and test where they can be broken somehow. Or if there's a lock to pick. It's truly all he can do to keep himself from dissolving into another full on panic attack, it helps to have someone to help.
Sleeper Farm A (late Nov)
There were two Zealots who'd been apart of his torment that he couldn't get out of his head, there was something about them that stuck in his head. Like they were once people he might have known, it was in the eyes. When he saw them walking in the streets of Trench, the need to know overpowered the sick fear. He followed, went through the black hole they stepped into to return here…
And the smell hit him. He started having a panic attack and immediately on instinct found the first stall he could to curl up into a ball to try and breathe. He's still in the throes of it when he spots the animal on the other side of the stall struggling and then falling to its side.
It give him something to focus on. Upon closer inspection, it's a wolf, a wolf that's looking at him in an intelligent way he's familiar with. He swallows down the bile and starts to get up, but he's still recovering from the injuries sustained the last time he was here and fumbles. One of the wounds on his side opens up and he cusses but gets up again anyway.
Carefully, he limps over to the wolf, she'll notice he's not in the jumpsuit, but in a flannel shirt and blue jeans, "H-hey… by the way you're looking at me, I'm guessing you're not an ordinary wolf, huh."
His voice is shaking and his breathing is irregular, his hands are shaking too as he cautiously brings them down to her restraints to try and test where they can be broken somehow. Or if there's a lock to pick. It's truly all he can do to keep himself from dissolving into another full on panic attack, it helps to have someone to help.