[Ishu]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Amante leaned on him a bit but was able to walk forward as he was led around. He gave nothing more than a grunt and slid up onto a bed. Sighing, relieved, his body eased into the bent up mattress of the bed. Swallowing, he smacked his mouth and motioned to his side, "Water should do. And some food. I'm starving." He sniffed and glanced over at the nurses standing around the doorway. "Make it bloody."

After those words, eyes still glowing a faint yellow, he rolled over onto his side so his back was to the doorway and the women. He showed no intention of moving again until he was brought food and maybe those fresh clothes Elek was talking about.


Alice gave a slow nod, listening to him. But when he said "their kind" she wanted to know more. She sat still for a few moments, staring off as the cries grew quieter. Nodding to herself, she slowly turned her body to face him. The blanket slowly rolled off of her as she put her hands on the armrests of his chair. She pulled herself toward him with some trouble, gently laying a hand on his shoulder as she came closer.

White hair cascaded down, touching at his neck and chest. Her body twisted around, her back pressing to him, and she dropped right into his lap. Her legs dangled ontop of his and she pushed herself p on him, getting more comfortable with her head leaning against the side of his neck. Alice looked up at him and gently tapped on his good arm. She was expecting him to take her to the wounded man, whom they thought to be Amante.