Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2021 7:47:20 GMT -6
“Felix!”
She’d heard his name from the others, listening with her nose upturned while survivors exchanged pleasantries as if this was some social meet. It had taken a while for her to put that name to a face, though; an exceptionally handsome face, mind you. And for a moment, she thought that finally, she’d have someone to get along with - someone rich, someone cultured. But she’d seen the way he acted around others, and that vibe was offset immediately with a familiar feeling of… something wrong. Someone playing pretend - of a rich man, or a cold man, she wasn’t sure. This was the first time she’d spoken with him outright. And already, it wasn’t a good outlook.
A trial recently over, and Yun-Jin swore she could still feel the warmth of blood soaking into her clothes. That strange, tall… thing with the giant sword and pyramid helmet had taken them for quite the adventure, one which she had hardly consented to, in the old hospital. The corridors and rooms had confused her, and the bastard had caught in her a bad corner, when her ankle got caught in some of the barbed wire it had left behind. After it hoisted her onto a hook for the second time, large tendrils had come to take her to feast, which she fought against, as best she could. But when she could fight no longer, when that claw stabbed her chest and took her lifeforce for all it was worth, in her final moments she saw one face - a man, running down the hallway. Felix Richter, too little too late. And that was the source of her ire. The way he had dragged his heels to save her life - the way he had, apparently, let her die, at least for the moment.
And so, standing in front of him now, her hands positioned firmly on her hips, she barked, “What the hell is your problem? Do you want us to die here - do you want me to die here?!”
She’d heard his name from the others, listening with her nose upturned while survivors exchanged pleasantries as if this was some social meet. It had taken a while for her to put that name to a face, though; an exceptionally handsome face, mind you. And for a moment, she thought that finally, she’d have someone to get along with - someone rich, someone cultured. But she’d seen the way he acted around others, and that vibe was offset immediately with a familiar feeling of… something wrong. Someone playing pretend - of a rich man, or a cold man, she wasn’t sure. This was the first time she’d spoken with him outright. And already, it wasn’t a good outlook.
A trial recently over, and Yun-Jin swore she could still feel the warmth of blood soaking into her clothes. That strange, tall… thing with the giant sword and pyramid helmet had taken them for quite the adventure, one which she had hardly consented to, in the old hospital. The corridors and rooms had confused her, and the bastard had caught in her a bad corner, when her ankle got caught in some of the barbed wire it had left behind. After it hoisted her onto a hook for the second time, large tendrils had come to take her to feast, which she fought against, as best she could. But when she could fight no longer, when that claw stabbed her chest and took her lifeforce for all it was worth, in her final moments she saw one face - a man, running down the hallway. Felix Richter, too little too late. And that was the source of her ire. The way he had dragged his heels to save her life - the way he had, apparently, let her die, at least for the moment.
And so, standing in front of him now, her hands positioned firmly on her hips, she barked, “What the hell is your problem? Do you want us to die here - do you want me to die here?!”