12-09-2010, 01:41 AM
The wailing, loud but not intentionally loud, was coming from a figure hunched over in front of the door. This figure was glowing red, the main glow coming from the bright amber eyes on its face. It had long, white-blonde hair, straggly from days of having not been washed. It had very pale, grayish-white skin, and the freckles on its face were easy to spot against the pallid skin.
Tears were streaming down from those amber eyes. There was a sad, helpless expression on its face. It would have looked totally harmless...
...if it hadn't had its claws. In place of fingers, the creature had razor-sharp, foot-long black claws. It reached a hand up as it wept, to wipe away some stray tears from one of its eyes. It used only its knuckles to do so, since the claws couldn't be used for such purposes anymore.
Its shoulders were shaking slightly. It must have been cold...the heating was out in this building, and it was clad only in a torn shirt and torn underwear.
Rumors were passed around groups of Survivors very easily. The crying ones were to be avoided, as most Survivors warned...
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