NATE
i got a number on me, i got a number
won't make it through the high noon sun
won't make it through the high noon sun
Nate's been in the Grounds more and more often, and he's only just starting to really get used to it again, the sight of the gnarled trees and crumbled buildings not curling his nose like it has so many other times. Perhaps it's the fact that he has a task to get to today, his pockets weighed down with stones of all kind, and a wrapped package of meat, left frozen until now, held tightly in his hands.
He's excited, uncharacteristically so, a bounce in his step as he moves along a familiar path. Maybe too familiar, though he's not aware of the danger just yet. Hell, he barely notices when the hanging snake dropped onto his shoulders. His sensors only barely bother with a warning, no, the thing that tips him off is the soft hiss in his ear, drawing his eye and making him jump. "Cazzo Madre di Dio!" The curse leaps from him as he flails, dislodging the snake and losing his package of meat in the same frantic motion.
He's excited, uncharacteristically so, a bounce in his step as he moves along a familiar path. Maybe too familiar, though he's not aware of the danger just yet. Hell, he barely notices when the hanging snake dropped onto his shoulders. His sensors only barely bother with a warning, no, the thing that tips him off is the soft hiss in his ear, drawing his eye and making him jump. "Cazzo Madre di Dio!" The curse leaps from him as he flails, dislodging the snake and losing his package of meat in the same frantic motion.
i was a hero early in the morning
i ain't no hero in the night
i ain't no hero in the night
