A train. Was there a train? Grell couldn’t remember. He thought there was a train, but he couldn’t be sure.
He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. His head felt foggy, and he was slightly dizzy. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. There was a slight giddiness to it that made him laugh out loud. He glanced around seeing if there was anyone to witness him swaying on his feet. A pout came to his lips. What was the good of being giddy and swaying around if no one was there to see it?
He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague.
Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
“My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.
A tall, handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes walked past. He tucked his nose down, avoiding eye contact with the redhead. This might have deterred a normal person, but not Grell.
“Hey there! You! The HANDSOME one! The entire city looks like DEATH warmed over! Do you think you could help a poor maiden to safety? Once we’re settled by a nice red fire, I could show you how warm I can…”
The man began to walk faster, away from the red reaper.
“You! Come back here! Can’t you see that I’m in DISTRESS? I’m in need of assistance!”
Grell lay chase, and the man broke into a run. Shark-like teeth grind together, and the scream of an active chainsaw rips through the decaying street.
“HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME HERE, WEAK AND INNOCENT AND HELPLESS! GET BACK HERE! I’M IN NEED OF A MAN TO SAVE ME NOW GET BACK HERE!”
Revised 3rd Person
He sat up on his elbows, then rose to his feet, pushing his flowing red hair away from his face. His head felt foggy, and he was slightly dizzy. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. There was a slight giddiness to it that made him laugh out loud. He glanced around seeing if there was anyone to witness him swaying on his feet. A pout came to his lips. What was the good of being giddy and swaying around if no one was there to see it?
He surveyed the scene, only seeing fields… and the city. It was abandoned, or looked that way. He’s seen such things, after he and the boys cleaned up after a battle or a plague.
Grell chewed on his lower lip, jagged teeth leaving some blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
“My punishments usually involve extra paperwork.” Grell said aloud. He put his hand on his hip, and began to scout his new surroundings.
A tall, handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes walked past. He tucked his nose down, avoiding eye contact with the redhead. This might have deterred a normal person, but not Grell.
“Hey there! You! The HANDSOME one! The entire city looks like DEATH warmed over! Do you think you could help a poor maiden to safety? Once we’re settled by a nice red fire, I could show you how warm I can…”
The man began to walk faster, away from the red reaper.
“You! Come back here! Can’t you see that I’m in DISTRESS? I’m in need of assistance!”
Grell lay chase, and the man broke into a run. Shark-like teeth grind together, and the scream of an active chainsaw rips through the decaying street.
“HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME HERE, WEAK AND INNOCENT AND HELPLESS! GET BACK HERE! I’M IN NEED OF A MAN TO SAVE ME NOW GET BACK HERE!”