I. Am. Right. Barely right, but right on any count.
"Hello, survivor." I said, kneeling by his side. The first thing I notice is that, unlike Corinne and I, he's not visually equipped. No visual sheaths or bulging backpacks; just him and a tote bag. His clothes have seen better days; torn by what looks like a mixture of knives and messy, uneven cuts from finger nails. Corinne wouldn't care about any of that though; she'd want to know how he was living, not what he was living with. "Please, I know you're there."
His breathing is shallow at best.
"Hello, survivor." I said, kneeling by his side. The first thing I notice is that, unlike Corinne and I, he's not visually equipped. No visual sheaths or bulging backpacks; just him and a tote bag. His clothes have seen better days; torn by what looks like a mixture of knives and messy, uneven cuts from finger nails. Corinne wouldn't care about any of that though; she'd want to know how he was living, not what he was living with. "Please, I know you're there."
His breathing is shallow at best.
