Dazed and wound tight- Delta's too silent to fill him in on what's on his blind side so York is forced to use the old standby of keeping his left close to the nearest wall that goes from overgrown hull plating to fucking bleached tile, cracked and covered with more of this pustulent snarled mass of... tissue. Lockers embedded in the far wall.
A rubber duck, decapitated. A nameplate snapped in two. A poster with a model torn and burnt- whether the photo or the modle he can't tell and he tries to shove it all back and keep moving forward.
chose the wrong bodybag-
Bloody prints from longfingered, steady hands, scraps of red hair torn from the scalp- a familiar helmet with a golden dome caved in and seeping red, reeking of rot-
The clicking, the images become too much for a moment after he trips over a fucking robotic limb, fingers clenched tight around an eyeball with a familiar green iris. York bends double, leaning against the massive wall, and wretches violently. The stinging pain at the base of his skull sure isn't helping.
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A rubber duck, decapitated. A nameplate snapped in two. A poster with a model torn and burnt- whether the photo or the modle he can't tell and he tries to shove it all back and keep moving forward.
chose the wrong bodybag-
Bloody prints from longfingered, steady hands, scraps of red hair torn from the scalp- a familiar helmet with a golden dome caved in and seeping red, reeking of rot-
The clicking, the images become too much for a moment after he trips over a fucking robotic limb, fingers clenched tight around an eyeball with a familiar green iris. York bends double, leaning against the massive wall, and wretches violently. The stinging pain at the base of his skull sure isn't helping.