!em3oEn8LAg 05/11/10(Tue)22:46 No.9763073|
Thankfully, since your escape you've cut your hair, dyed your hair, and taken several blows to the face. the Arkham employees can't recognize you.
"No, I...I was just out here..." you panic, feeling at your expensive night vision goggles. "...hunting...when i heard something in the field, and I-" You are cut off as one of the men's equipment lights up like a christmas tree.
"Something in the field!" he shouts, and most of the men take off. The man with the flashlight looks at you; you try to read his eyes, but the light is blinding you.
"Walters, stay here with the girl," he says, and turns the flashlight on the field, moving away with the others.
You are left with Walters, who approaches you, holstering his weapon like an idiot. "Are you okay?" he asks, concerned. You realize that you ARE in fact covered in wounds.