Post by Talbot Grimes on Aug 13, 2021 12:23:18 GMT -6
Boredom had driven him out of his hideaway, his brain a well long run dry of any halfway decent ideas. The longer he dwelled in such a lack of progress, the worse his mind became, and so Talbot forced himself out of his downward spiral of a roadblock, and into the forests of the fog. As he staggered through the labyrinthine expanse, his sights remained mostly on the ground, only sparing the occasional glance upward to ensure he wouldn’t walk directly into a tree. He needed some sort of inspiration, something to give him another good idea.
What felt like hours had passed before something finally caught Talbot’s attention: a person, out there amongst trees, and alone like himself. It was difficult to keep his approach as seemingly calm as possible, his worries confirmed as he began to make out enough details of the stranger, a survivor whose name had long since slipped his mind. He stopped with about 15 feet of distance, waiting for the other to sprint into the fog and sending the chemist back to following imaginary pathways.
And yet...
What felt like hours had passed before something finally caught Talbot’s attention: a person, out there amongst trees, and alone like himself. It was difficult to keep his approach as seemingly calm as possible, his worries confirmed as he began to make out enough details of the stranger, a survivor whose name had long since slipped his mind. He stopped with about 15 feet of distance, waiting for the other to sprint into the fog and sending the chemist back to following imaginary pathways.
And yet...