Apr 2, 2024 12:28:11 GMT
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Shit, shit. Regan was not prepared for the insanity he had entered. All he wanted was a drink of water and maybe a scrap of bread - but he somehow got himself cornered. Was it a turf thing? He honestly didn't know - but he had no grip anywhere in sight. Sure, he was a decent climber - but he wasn't Spiderman. The back of a city building was more bare than usual. Not even a gutter line.
“Woah now, I don't-” words barely escaped him before Regan felt a force knock into his stomach. He could hear the sound of the day-old bread from the French Restaurant crinkle in its plastic packaging. For once, the food wasn't stolen - but it was given, which made the sound more depressing to Regan.
He was given one more blow in the abdomen before he managed to get himself together, as much as he could at least. Regan wasn't a fighter. He was always the flight type, but he couldn't do that. Not today at least. At least he knew how to hold his hand properly for a fist, but the mentality of a fighter wasn't there. A bystander would see a young man, attempting to hold himself together, while wolves were surrounding him.
Thankfully, the sound of passersby seemed to distract the group - allowing Regan to slither out. But he barely made it past the doorway of another building before a stampede was heard behind him. Shit he groaned, blood staining his tongue from a face hit.
“Woah now, I don't-” words barely escaped him before Regan felt a force knock into his stomach. He could hear the sound of the day-old bread from the French Restaurant crinkle in its plastic packaging. For once, the food wasn't stolen - but it was given, which made the sound more depressing to Regan.
He was given one more blow in the abdomen before he managed to get himself together, as much as he could at least. Regan wasn't a fighter. He was always the flight type, but he couldn't do that. Not today at least. At least he knew how to hold his hand properly for a fist, but the mentality of a fighter wasn't there. A bystander would see a young man, attempting to hold himself together, while wolves were surrounding him.
Thankfully, the sound of passersby seemed to distract the group - allowing Regan to slither out. But he barely made it past the doorway of another building before a stampede was heard behind him. Shit he groaned, blood staining his tongue from a face hit.
