[Perhaps the scratching MacCready hears is that of the dog's claws upon the ground. In the fog, it's not quite dire enough for Jonathan to carry Danny about as they scavenge- they need food somehow, water somehow, and whatever is stored away in anticipation never cuts it in the end.
Everything rots.
Everything falls away.
Jonathan's sword is in his dominant hand, while his other arm is holding a bundled of supplies gathered thus far. If he's careful, he thinks, this just might hold out until the end of the month!
...
He tries not to think about what the end shall mean, instead pausing when he starts to hear that same infant's cry.]
...Hello..?
[So he starts, but his voice comes out quieter than he thinks. The sound seems to move as well, changing where it appears to come from, to the point that Jonathan is left holding his blade aloft and at ready.]
...Who's th-
[A crack rings out. Jonathan ducks- Danny yelps, and both grow tense as smoke rises from where the bullet that just fired lands. With a swallow, Jonathan hurriedly shouts.] HO, THERE!
PLEASE, DO NOT SHOOT! WE ARE NOT MONSTERS, FRIEND!
fogggg
Everything rots.
Everything falls away.
Jonathan's sword is in his dominant hand, while his other arm is holding a bundled of supplies gathered thus far. If he's careful, he thinks, this just might hold out until the end of the month!
...
He tries not to think about what the end shall mean, instead pausing when he starts to hear that same infant's cry.]
...Hello..?
[So he starts, but his voice comes out quieter than he thinks. The sound seems to move as well, changing where it appears to come from, to the point that Jonathan is left holding his blade aloft and at ready.]
...Who's th-
[A crack rings out. Jonathan ducks- Danny yelps, and both grow tense as smoke rises from where the bullet that just fired lands. With a swallow, Jonathan hurriedly shouts.] HO, THERE!
PLEASE, DO NOT SHOOT! WE ARE NOT MONSTERS, FRIEND!