"Stick around long enough and I guess you'll find out." Eli cocked his head slightly, he had seen this boy before but where? Eli started waving a crooked index towards him. "Now see I know you from somewhere, somewhere in the last day or two... Did I did bang your sister?" The words may have sounded light hearted but his face showed no signs of joy or joking. It was something cultivated in his upbringing, dry humor.

For the second time today he noticed. His chest wound was bleeding, something wasn't right here but he had no clue where to start with it. He instead did what he knew to do. Placed an erupted hand over the wound and seared it shut. 

Eli was more than used to the stench of burning flesh. It was no more foreign to him then the smell of fresh cut grass to some or the smell of the sea to others. Yet even he had to admit, the smell of ones flesh burning was bad.



[@Subject Zero]