#devouringstate

"Human treatments don't work on me anyway."

Ah, that's better. Sorry if everything seems to be going by so quickly. 

i'm about to b reaksomething

                                 ♘ ;  ❝ Oh, you've  gotta  be fucking kidding me. ❞ Figures,                                                         it's just his luck to lose Carolina,  the  one  person who                                                        knew how to navigate in this place.  Church shifts from                                                        one foot to the next,  looking around him.  There hasn't                                                        been anyone -- or anything -- see for, well, miles. He's                                                        not sure there's a living organism on the planet, really.

       "Did you say something?"

It was hot out, and windless. Passers by made remarks about the humidity, though Fylkir could not help thinking they knew nothing of dank heat. All the same, the clouds roiling thick enough to conceal the moon from sight shortly opened and spilled warm rain onto the street. There was no getting around being drenched, and after a moment's hesitation during which he breathed in deeply, Fylkir stepped out into the rain. His ever present camera was on his person, but he tucked it into the inside of his thin hooded coat to prevent it from being rained on. The hood somewhat protected his hair, but otherwise the heavy downpour soaked him. There were, at least, no gales of wind to sweep the rain beneath covers, and he shortly find a spot beneath one a block from where he'd been when first the rain began. Sweeping the hood from over his dark hair, Fylkir examined his camera for signs of having been rained upon before the low light inside the building behind him distracted him. Inside it looked quiet, dim and warm. It was a bar, but not the loud and rowdy sort. Those inside carried on discussion among themselves at a reasonable tone, and he noticed no televisions blaring sports. He thought the scene might make for a good urban photograph and slowly unscrewed his camera's lens cap --but before he could snap a picture, it slipped from between his fingers and hit the sidewalk, rolling. He looked after it anxiously, relieved when it came to a stop against the side of someone's shoe. "Oh, sorry," he apologized immediately, as if it could have been an inconvenience.

                "Okay, kiddo, why won't you look at me. What did I do."