05-29-2019, 06:36 PM
nightmares had long since exceeded mikolaj's nights. they would haunt him for many, many years before they eventually settled, of course. even then his last sleepless fit felt like eons ago. the feelings were vague now. he could only remember that they were about the war. the needles. the pack... sometimes faces but they were blurred messes now. he could barely remember his partner before his capture. a tall gentleman. faceless, as mikolaj could never tell his features from the mud that smeared both their faces all the time. his skin always dirty and hands trembled when he held a gun. a picture of his little girl next to the scope.
mikolaj twitched his ear and turned away from whatever direction he was zoning out in. there was a rather disturbing noise coming from the opposite way anyway and he decided to investigate. at first it sounded like a child's whining and groaning. though as he came closer the scent had struck him. it was that girl from when he arrived... how ironic. the smell of cigarettes was even heavier than the last time. it burned his eyes slightly and he quickly blinked through the musk of tar and smoke as he came closer. did she torture something? the sounds echoing was agitating.
he began to round the porch, expecting to see a bloodbath when he saw... nothing. a crying girl hunched over her own front patio and softly crying. mikolaj felt... no empathy for this situation. he would most likely be no help to sam here as a 'friend' or anything, but he did know something that might get her to shut the hell up.
he turned around and headed toward his own abandoned home. there was a tattered curtain above the window, useless since he boarded the windows up now. he returned with it in his jaws and jerked his head up, allowing it to softly lay over sam's body. the shepherd then took a step back, close to the position she believed her ghostly attacker to be.
"SPEECH"
mikolaj twitched his ear and turned away from whatever direction he was zoning out in. there was a rather disturbing noise coming from the opposite way anyway and he decided to investigate. at first it sounded like a child's whining and groaning. though as he came closer the scent had struck him. it was that girl from when he arrived... how ironic. the smell of cigarettes was even heavier than the last time. it burned his eyes slightly and he quickly blinked through the musk of tar and smoke as he came closer. did she torture something? the sounds echoing was agitating.
he began to round the porch, expecting to see a bloodbath when he saw... nothing. a crying girl hunched over her own front patio and softly crying. mikolaj felt... no empathy for this situation. he would most likely be no help to sam here as a 'friend' or anything, but he did know something that might get her to shut the hell up.
he turned around and headed toward his own abandoned home. there was a tattered curtain above the window, useless since he boarded the windows up now. he returned with it in his jaws and jerked his head up, allowing it to softly lay over sam's body. the shepherd then took a step back, close to the position she believed her ghostly attacker to be.
"SPEECH"