chicoon being used:
weapon of choice: Long, rusted sword, to stab from a safer distance
stay or go back to the snow shoveling site? stay
prompt: Anthracite
- Anthracite was taken aback when the...chicoon zombies decided to attack them. Well, good thing that he decided not to drop his sword. Anthracite quickly raised his sword and swung at the zombie, a frown on his face. He didn't want to really hurt them- maybe they were...no. He did scratch them, not enterily stabbing them. Come on, he didn't want to create a criminal record for himself.
Anthracite had to take a step back when Mockingbird and Armageddon decided to take lead. Which...was okay. Better than him taking the lead. He moved over, watching as the duo took down the others. They seemed used to this- which is why Anthracite decided to linger behind as they marched forth towards the camp. He grumbled to himself, looking down at his phe when a notifcation popped up. He ignored it for the most part, continuing along with the other two so he didn't get lost or left behind. Because he really needed that by now.
The chicoon huffed as they reached camp, a small smile on his face as he relaxed. They have reached some decent safety...hopefully he would be able to get back home without any trouble. He glanced at Mockingbird and Armageddon as they announced their arrival. He took a look around the camp and nodded slowly, this will do- for now. After both the duo had disbanded, Anthracite decided to mosey along, plopping down somewhere near a source of heat. He leaned back against a supply crate before looking up at the sky, thinking about what he was going to do here before he was able to go back. Anthracite stretched out his limbs before finally deciding to place the sword down...He decided that he was going to keep it- after all there was nothing that they could do- they never said that they had to return the weapons that they chose. So that was a plus.
Anthracite sat there and decided to reflect on what had happened. It was...not that great. Saying that he more-so wanted to make friends rather than fight- which yeah- he guessed that it was pretty terrible. He snickered a little and thought for a moment longer. Spirit would have a good laugh and probably dunk on him on how much of a loser he was...he flinched at the thought and took another look around.
The camp did feel homey and safe...but honestly, it wasn't enterily like that without his main group. The more that the thought had dragged on, the more that he started to feel a bit homesick. He turned his head over towads the entrance. Maybe soon he'll be able to go back.
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