Who: Eric Lensheer (Magneto) & Gray & OTA What: Finally out of hell When: Arriving Rating: TBA for now.
The ash laden air filled his lungs as he labored to breath. That morning had been another examination. Standing out naked in the cold air hadn't helped any of them fight off the rampant illness plaguing the camp. The rest of the day had been spent dealing with the bodies. So many bodies and the ash near the ovens was even thicker. He was stumbling towards the barracks, trying to avoid the soldier's eyes. He wasn't up to dealing with their games. In order to do so, he moved between two barracks to get to his own. The world shifted... and he was stumbling into an area that was completely different from what he had spent so much of his life with. This was not the camps.
The emaciated lad moved towards the city, looking around for any sign of soldiers. He was only wearing a simple long shirt with the Star of David sewn on it and some worn too large shoes. He trembled and tried to keep walking. He was used to having to move when he wanted nothing more than to collapse and never get up again.