His rampage had been one that he hadn’t cared for. It was empty, hollow. A group of individuals who had taken it upon themselves to try and smash a garbage can over his back while he had been sleeping. Tucked away under a park bench. It hardly mattered now. They were dead. They wouldn’t be smashing anything over anyone again. Heaving growls of breaths rose from his chest, his shoulders rising and falling with each labored huff.
And then came that voice, fingers instantly loosening around the handle of his weapon when he turned to regard the woman. Her beauty striking both fear and adoration into a heart that had long since been torn by bloodlust. Slowly, Krieg looked around to survey the damage, his gaze shifting to regard the bike that he’d managed to beat one of them to death with after trying to ride it over one of them. Their pained screams still echoed in his head, but it didn’t matter because she was here now.
“teN WHOLE BLOCKS of pepper jack aND PAIN.”
typical psycho, making sort of this mess, though there was a certain lack of care put into the mutilation and dismemberment of innocent citizens that suggested the same sort of boredom she’d experienced had settled into him as well. not that he’d ever be able to recognize the sensation, but externally, it was something to note.
with no vaults to hunt and no bandits to raze, one did have to wonder just how they could have fun in a prettied up place like this.
maya cocked a brow at his reaction, the sudden drop in his killing high, the halt of the wheel of pain. a shrug was the secondary response was a shake of the head.
{ ten whole blocks? looks like you missed a spot. lots of spots. is the boredom throwing you off that much?
