rescue | open rp
Cary came to, slowly, the taste of copper in his mouth. He realized what woke him. A small rough tongue against his aching fingers. It stopped, then there was the familiar ‘meow’. Cary didn’t open his eyes just yet, there was something uncomfortable gathering in the corners, something wet in one, something dusty in the other. Something stinging against his nose. He moved his fingers, twitching to scratch at Catgut’s chin, where ever he was near his hand. Where ever he was period. The scrawny orange cat gave his human a little lick again before lightly padding away from the wreckage to the other human he had found. Cary had thought he’d seen the little orange cat follow him, at a distance, he’d learned, lest Cary shout at him to go back home.
Cary had taken down a super mutant here, just the one, someone else had taken out the other. But not before the mutant weakened the third floor considerably, missing Cary a few times with his sledge hammer. And now Cary was buried under two floors of dust and rubble, having fallen, taking a wrong step. His hand, the one Catgut had found, could be seen. His glasses were broken, the glass of one lenses embedded in the bridge of his nose, filling his eye with blood. A piece of re-barb had slice into his calf, grazing it a good amount, enough to leave a good scar. Those he could figure out. He could move his leg a little. The rest he couldn’t. He could hardly breathe.
Catgut sat miserably at the edge of a slab of cement, waiting for the other human he had found to catch up.
