I GET OVERWHELMED / o, joining

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe had seen some pretty odd things in his time, many of them involving his subordinates back when he'd actually had any kind of authority, although the groups out here had another tier above that. Mostly because there were more people, for one, and they had a greater influx of arrivals, who seemed to find new and inventive ways to make an appearance. Not all of them, though, but some, and that "some" also included an alarming amount of people who were injured. No, he had no room to talk after dragging his injured ass to their gate, but normally, when someone had a few wounds, they were at the gate, either collapsed or barely standing. Gabe figured they were lucky. Who knew how many wounded attempted to make it this far, only to die without anyone the wiser? It wasn't exactly a thought he liked to entertain, but it came to the forefront as soon as he came across a blood-trail drying in the sand.

It couldn't be very old, and a simple glance upward led him to a small figure, which the hybrid didn't hesitate to approach. Odds were he couldn't do much beyond keeping them awake if they were hurt, because he didn't carry shit around, but he could yell loud enough to alert someone who did. If the figure wasn't a corpse.

It could very well be mistaken for one even when he got closer, what with how still the kid was, but he was holding onto a plant, and Gabe could see motion of drawn breaths. Small mercies, right? "You awake there, kiddo?" What the fuck was the incision on his chest? Some kind of autopsy remnant, or something else? A 'Y' shape usually indicated somebody was poking around that area. Gabe really hoped it wasn't malicious, though when was anything benevolent these days? Or ever? "I'll stay with you a bit, and if no one else shows up I'll leave to get help, all right? I'm Gabe."
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