DemonicLillies
Hylics Enthusiast
The state of the world was bleak. No one knew where they were, nothing lasted for long. Some civilizations cropped up, not all of them lasted. Anything could be everything and everything could be anything, the only thing those that walked this plane has was an urge. An urge to rebuild, to prosper above all adversaries. Some attempted this by trading trinkets and baubles, some by establishing settlements and trying to save those they could. Not all had peaceful interpretations of their urge however, many walked the plane murdering and slaughtering. Monsters with nowhere to go, humans with no care left to give. Everything had come unraveled and nothing would end.
Danyon had been roaming various places since The Collision had first happened, feeling unsafe if he stayed in the same place for too long. He felt a strange attachment to food even though he didn't need to eat. He'd risked his life to obtain just the tiniest amounts of food. Danyon had no worry left in the world, he feared nothing knowing that nothing could strike him down for good.
For a little while he'd been squatting in what was once a convenience store, the food that stocked the shelves had attracted him and the comfort and warmth of the building was what kept him. However, he had been here too long. The place was starting to become unstable, he had to move and he had to move soon but the cars he heard nearby worried him. Cars never signaled anything good, usually raiders. If he died here, all the food he'd obtained would be lost. He couldn't let that happen, but ducked down behind the counter anyway.
Danyon had been roaming various places since The Collision had first happened, feeling unsafe if he stayed in the same place for too long. He felt a strange attachment to food even though he didn't need to eat. He'd risked his life to obtain just the tiniest amounts of food. Danyon had no worry left in the world, he feared nothing knowing that nothing could strike him down for good.
For a little while he'd been squatting in what was once a convenience store, the food that stocked the shelves had attracted him and the comfort and warmth of the building was what kept him. However, he had been here too long. The place was starting to become unstable, he had to move and he had to move soon but the cars he heard nearby worried him. Cars never signaled anything good, usually raiders. If he died here, all the food he'd obtained would be lost. He couldn't let that happen, but ducked down behind the counter anyway.