Okay. This. This was insanity. Bing honestly had no idea how he was going to accomplish this, but this was the task set to him. He could hear a large crowd of shuffling Infected ahead of him, and past them, there was supposed to be a Radio Tower. The Harbingers kept sending people in to check the lines, hoping they could get a word out, or information in.
So, it was necessary. But still insane. Especially since his vision hadn't returned yet. Bing didn't like to contemplate what would happen if his vision never returned, but when it came down to it, he had to find out if he could function on his own.
But talk about a crash course...
Bing approached slowly, stopping every few seconds to listen for the sounds of footsteps, groaning, and any other noise that would tell him where the Infected were in relation to him. He just had to be as quiet as possible...
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
Someone up there liked him. Or they were at least benignly indifferent to him, cause if they did like him, he wouldn't have lost his sight in the first place.
But somehow Bing had made it through. The sounds of the Infected were behind him, none of them were chasing him, and the first step on stairs to the top of the radio tower was beneath his feet. Still aware that he wasn't out of danger, Bing ascended as quietly as he could, pausing now and then to listen to the sounds around him.
When he finally reached the top of the stairs, his questing hands found wires. Many, many, many wires. He followed them to the radio itself, and, after a lot of fiddling, finally got a line to come up live.
And he heard a voice, shouting as though from a great distance.
"Hello? This is-."
And then it was gone. Bing fiddled some more, but the voice never returned.
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
Since it had taken so long to get up here, Bing decided to try a few more lines. He definitely wasn't in any hurry to brave the Infected obstacle course downstairs...
After some more fumbling with the lines, another one hissed to life. Bing listened for several minutes. He could hear someone talking, but... the connection was so bad he couldn't make out a single word.
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
Okay, one more and then he'd get out of here. Bing tried grabbing a line that was far from the others, figuring he might have some luck with the roads less traveled.
But when he plugged it in, it seemed like the exact same one he'd listened to the first time. Someone briefly understandable, and then cut off. He wondered if it was a recording of someone's final moments, or if there really was someone just calling out endlessly into the static.
And wasn't that a sober thought to head back out into those Infected with? Well, at least this time, he'd be heading out of danger rather than into it. Back to work.
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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