[He's going through the armory again because if there's one thing that's familiar, almost comforting, it's being surrounded by weapons. He's already claimed a few for his own, including the sniper rifle slung across his back, and he's got several knives strapped to him, but just in case...
...There's a voice nearby. He immediately shrinks back into one of the shadier corners, then quietly, almost silently, creeps around to see who it is.
The moment he does, he freezes, staring, then pulls out one of his handguns and points it right at the man. The man whose arm is too similar to his own, who looks... a little too similar to himself.]
armory
...There's a voice nearby. He immediately shrinks back into one of the shadier corners, then quietly, almost silently, creeps around to see who it is.
The moment he does, he freezes, staring, then pulls out one of his handguns and points it right at the man. The man whose arm is too similar to his own, who looks... a little too similar to himself.]
Who the fuck are you?