[Alfred's fingers shook as he dipped them into the can and scooped it's contents into his mouth. The rations slopped and slid against his skin, but he stuck his tongue out just in time to catch them and gulp them down without tasting whatever rancid flavor they contained.
Was he starving? Not at all - but food was food and finding it was rare at this point. He'd polished off his stock the day before. So finding this cache was a 'woo-hoo' moment that he couldn't resist. Victories came in ways other than killing your classmates, after all...
As for that whole directive-
He was doing his best not to think about it. Not to dwell on any splatters of red on his shirt or any muddy rust colored substance matted in his hair. His glasses sat askew on his face from a fight he'd barely escaped, but the boy wore them as if the busted wires were normal.
Even as tremors continued to run through his hands, Alfred focused on smiling.
Especially now that someone had stumbled on his location. M-maybe they wouldn't want to fight. Maybe he could talk his way to safety! Alfred always had been good at chatting his way out of trouble. So he'd pop his head around the corner with a tense smile, teeth gritting together.] Yo! [He didn't open his mouth to say it. His jaw ached, but managing even a portion of his usual chipper tone in his greeting had taken all of his effort.
So hopefully this person would be friendly-
If not, he had his fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of his splintered baseball bat for insurance.]
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Was he starving? Not at all - but food was food and finding it was rare at this point. He'd polished off his stock the day before. So finding this cache was a 'woo-hoo' moment that he couldn't resist. Victories came in ways other than killing your classmates, after all...
As for that whole directive-
He was doing his best not to think about it. Not to dwell on any splatters of red on his shirt or any muddy rust colored substance matted in his hair. His glasses sat askew on his face from a fight he'd barely escaped, but the boy wore them as if the busted wires were normal.
Even as tremors continued to run through his hands, Alfred focused on smiling.
Especially now that someone had stumbled on his location. M-maybe they wouldn't want to fight. Maybe he could talk his way to safety! Alfred always had been good at chatting his way out of trouble. So he'd pop his head around the corner with a tense smile, teeth gritting together.] Yo! [He didn't open his mouth to say it. His jaw ached, but managing even a portion of his usual chipper tone in his greeting had taken all of his effort.
So hopefully this person would be friendly-
If not, he had his fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of his splintered baseball bat for insurance.]