36th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Scout's still out on the town. He's not afraid of the hazmats. Scout's doing what a Scout does. He's keeping an eye on everything. He's moving fast, never stopping for long. He's sticking strictly to the roofs and trees. He's got his shotgun in his hands the whole time. He's been doing this for days now, ever since the hazmats first showed up, stopping at home only to make sure his own house and its residents were still okay.

He watches helplessly as they enter homes and burn them to the ground. And every second he gets angrier and angrier. He'd never admit it, not for a second, but he's actually scared. Scared for the people in this town and what's going to happen. Scared that this place was going to end up torched like Westport, and there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do about it.

The streets were almost devoid of people, but he was out and about. Are you out there? He might just stop to talk to you, but not for long. Do you yell out for help? Scout'll be there in a flash.]

[[MUN IS GOING TO BED. I'll catch up tomorrow.]]

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, exactly. But be careful. I been seein' tons 'a these guys. They multiply, I swear. If ya catch their attention, ya might get swarmed.

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

I'll just make sure to stay out of sight, then. And, if necessary, to keep moving so they cannot catch up with me.

[She really has no idea what these things are capable of.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Defintely. Don't let 'em catch up to ya, 'r yer done for. Least these ones ain't sprayin' gas yet...

[bard-of-orlais.livejournal.com]

I have no intentions of letting them catch me, don't you worry.