[Thread] New Blood Characters: Kevin Ford and Open~ Where: Somewhere near Columbia University. What: Kevin lands. Is not happy. When: Day 15. Almost night-time. Rating: Low~
Kevin had no idea where he was running to, but he kept running even as his legs were screaming at him to stop and his head was swimming with confusion over the event of the past minutes. To recap, he had woken up in a strange pod after a crash landing in the middle of a foreign, desolate city. He had no memory about himself and zero clue on his whereabouts. Oh, and when he tried to pick up a stray newspaper on the ground that might give him an answer, the paper had crumbled in his hand, which triggered a nasty realization that he was so luckily blessed with a power that killed everything he touched. (Not exactly how it worked, but he had no time to be specific right now.) Fantastic. He was better off not remembering that about himself. Still, there was a part of him that knew - intrinsically knew deep down - there were still some things about himself that he would be glad to forget.
Running for his life, unfortunately, was not something that could be forgotten at the moment. His provision pack slammed against his back as he jogged through the barren city. Nothing looked familiar. Everything looked terrifying. Again, he had no idea why he was doing what he was doing, but he rationed that it was safer to be inside under a shelter than it would be outside in the wide open with who-knows-what that could do who-knows-what. The landing had been deafeningly loud; he was sure someone (or something) would come looking soon, if they existed.
He slowed to a stop as he neared the entrance of a building in a vast ground that reminded him of a college campus. Not that he could remember if he was a college student, or exactly which college came to his mind, but it was still a comforting thought to know one thing with all the unknowns choking him. He spied through the dusty windows, a hand hovering above his eyes to shield the dying daylight so he could see better what was awaiting him inside. He didn't quite see if the building would prove to be a safe haven when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silhouette reflecting on the dark window.
So he was not alone. Which was both a relief and a terror. He spun around, quick, but pressed his back against the wall instead of fleeing. The backpack made it so he couldn't completely be backed against the wall and he stood at a somewhat awkward angle, trying to look tough and not like he was scared out of his mind. His voice sounded nothing like he remembered when he spoke. It was weak and defenseless.