[ soldier. so man-bot's a soldier. if he's expecting thomas to march in cadence he'll be sorely disappointed. sure as hell not saluting anyone. but he's quiet as they walk, staring resolutely ahead, at least until they get out of the medical wing thomas had been exploring. once they're passing by the labs, the teenager visibly tenses, and though his head doesn't move from facing straight forward, his eyes dart around, trying to take in as much detail and memorize what doors were where, build a map in his head.
once they're out, he sees where the soldier's leading him, and starts to mentally brace. they're kicking him out into, what? not the scorch, or he'd be roasting right now. on the way out, he takes in the message written in what's either blood or a really good immitation. Hollows, which isn't familiar and doesn't tell him much, other a direction. alright. fine. he's starting to arrange himself, tugging his jacket closed, swinging the medical pack around so he can put his arms through the handles and wear it like an uncomfortable backpack - at least it lets his hands be free. but when he's told 'stay close to me' but the soldier, he gives him a Look. seriously? he's coming with? ]
Sure thing, pal. [ the sarcasm. passing through the door, there's another splash of red that he catches out of the corner of his eye, decorating the outside of the doors like the other message had covered the inside. jerking around, thomas waits until it falls closed to read, coming to an abrupt halt. ]
That's wrong.
[ it comes out in a distant mutter, thomas near completely ignoring john's entire existence at this point, as he shakes his head slowly. ]
The flares hit in 22... [ his eyes scrunch closed, thomas trying to dig around his head and sort out blurred memories, along with things he'd read while in Denver, stuff they searched on the net. what was it? ] 2218? 17?
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once they're out, he sees where the soldier's leading him, and starts to mentally brace. they're kicking him out into, what? not the scorch, or he'd be roasting right now. on the way out, he takes in the message written in what's either blood or a really good immitation. Hollows, which isn't familiar and doesn't tell him much, other a direction. alright. fine. he's starting to arrange himself, tugging his jacket closed, swinging the medical pack around so he can put his arms through the handles and wear it like an uncomfortable backpack - at least it lets his hands be free. but when he's told 'stay close to me' but the soldier, he gives him a Look. seriously? he's coming with? ]
Sure thing, pal. [ the sarcasm. passing through the door, there's another splash of red that he catches out of the corner of his eye, decorating the outside of the doors like the other message had covered the inside. jerking around, thomas waits until it falls closed to read, coming to an abrupt halt. ]
That's wrong.
[ it comes out in a distant mutter, thomas near completely ignoring john's entire existence at this point, as he shakes his head slowly. ]
The flares hit in 22... [ his eyes scrunch closed, thomas trying to dig around his head and sort out blurred memories, along with things he'd read while in Denver, stuff they searched on the net. what was it? ] 2218? 17?