Daddy's Home
who: Arlo and very very open what: heeeee's baaaack! where: Outskirts of camp when: Dusk - an hour or so before the Laughers come out? warnings: Let's say R. Blood and swearing will be involved :)
Arlo no longer looked like Arlo. In fact he was kind of closer in resemblance to Arnie at the end of Predator. Looked like he'd been smearing himself in cold mud for a while now.
A week? Felt like a month. Felt like a year. Stubble had taken over Arlo's face, although you could tell that the hollows of the cheeks had gotten deeper. And there was something...new behind those brown eyes. Something more than growling and gruffness - those eyes were haunted. The red plaid shirt was gone, apart from a strip of it that was tied around Arlo's left bicep (which was also smeared with blood and filth), and his white vest was closer to brown. What was left of it. A huge slash revealed a patch of hairy flesh which was matted with Arlo's own blood - the wound was still oozing slightly, although it wasn't deep enough to be life threatening. Smaller nicks and cuts were etched into his arms and hands and he looked like he'd shed a fair few pounds.
Looking at him though, you probably wouldn't notice any of that. The thing you'd fuckin' notice was the cow-sized carcus tossed over Arlo's right shoulder. The thing had spines down it's back about a foot in length, and razor-tusks protruding from it's horrifically ugly face that'd give a tank a serious case of the willies. It was also very dead with a very broken neck and Arlo's flick knife embedded deeply into it's side.
Arlo gazed around the camp with a rather blank, if not irritated, expression. Taking a few moments to absorb that no, apparantly not everyone was dead or a figment of his imagination - 'cuz there were still signs of habitation - Arlo eventually cleared his throat and bellowed as loud as he could. The first thing he'd actually said out loud in what felt like forever. "Hey! Any of you useless motherfuckers feel like helpin' me out with this fuckin' thing?" Awww, it was like he'd never been away at all.