Shaun went out again, looking. Outside was scary, but it wasn't so scary that Shaun couldn't dare to go outside. So, he did. Looking, as usual, for water bottles and armed this time with his bear backpack and a bunch of toys to throw if he needed them.
He did wish he wasn't alone, but that was just how it was. He remembered back to other times when he'd had to go on missions... or heists, he should really call them what they were... Well, break ins... alone.
They'd been small affairs, hit and runs, opportunistic things. He hadn't liked them. There were a lot of things that could go wrong with those, if you were alone. Better to have someone to look out for you or help. Better, still, to pickpocket: that was a job that could be done fast and alone. But, again, better with others...
But the others didn't want to go to this area, and Shaun could see why: This basement was quiet... too quiet. But! There! That was a box of water bottles! Creepy, but worth it!
Shaun had found his way into the basement through an open window, and he decided it was time to explore the rest of this house, if possible. He needed more water bottles, after all....
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HP: 50/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Recruit Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Shaun opened the door and scurried up the stairs into the rest of the house... well, or whatever it was. It wasn't quite a house, not quite an apartment, and certainly not like the condos he'd found earlier. If anything, it looked like some kind of private meeting place... A meetinghouse of some sort?
Shaun poked around, finding a fridge in the back...
Score!
One more water bottle.
He still had to find more though... on to the upstairs!
Shaun crawled up the stairs, tentatively avoiding the old bloodstain on one of the walls as he trekked higher and higher. Finally, he entered into an old room - it had to have been an office of some sort, perhaps a law office. The sign had long since been torn away by looters, likely for the brass for whatever reason. Inside were many desks and dust and - there, in the back, near the water cooler, were a bunch of water bottles...
Shaun;s victory was short lived – he heard a noise from behind him and turned around to see, there, by one of the desks, a shadowy shape. It wore the tattered remains of a tie and it stalked towards him as predatory as any lawyer.
“Oh s**t.” said Shawn, as he began to run for an exit – any exit...
The way he had come was blocked off by the thing – he'd have to find another way. He ran towards the light of a window – surely there was a fire escape or something...
It worked! The stapler went off, and the undying howled a utterly chilling howl in pain and rage. It staggered back, and Shaun knew he had enough time.
He opened the window and looked out to find that... there was no fire escape. Well there was, but it was on the ground, along with a few other not-so-lucky remains. He looked behind him, and swallowed... well, now what?
Wait, no, he knew what he was going to do. He checked the undyings position again, and without another thought, he went out the window.
He leapt onto the remains of the fire escape and then, swinging like a trapeieze artist on the rickety, creaking metal he leapt off onto a half-topped truck below. From the truck, he grabbed onto another window's sill, and then swung to the edge of a wall. Only then did he leap, catlike, back to the ground.
He looked up at the window he had come though, pleased with himself – teach the undying to mess with an acrobat!
He wasn't so proud when he got back to the prison only to find that apparently some of the water bottles had fallen out of his pack in the middle of his sweet backflip/somersault up on the fire escape. Most... not all. He'd at least gotten back with some water bottles, so that was... well... that was good s**t. He'd done good.
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer
