#sciiencers

“Hello?” It seems that Wormwood has just… walked right up to Wilson, and is standing there with a relatively blank smile. “Hello, friend.”

Where did this cactus come from? Who knows. But it’s here, and they’ve decided this other survivor is their friend without any true introduction!

     Bloody hell...

William shifted in place, trying to let out some nervous energy as he frowned at the items in his hands. Looking back to the odd machinery in front of him― if he remembered correctly it was called an alchemy machine.

     How hard could it be to make a new lightning rod, he’d thought. Yes! I could absolutely do this, he’d thought. Desperate to prove he had some worth and yet here he was. Standing around like an utter fool for―  for god knows how long it’s been, William could even feel the presence at the back of his mind snickering at him over it. 

Heavens, he’d be best off just swallowing his pride and asking for help. He couldn’t risk people’s safety over something as trivial as an ego. Letting out a small sigh William looked around for any of the other survivors nearby, eyes landing on a the man closest to him.