Nathaniel Harvard
Nathaniel moved through the dark tunnels with ease. Since the surface was so badly compromised, most stayed in the dark. He kept his mouth and nose covered with a strip of fabric, in case he met an Infected. The Infected who hadn't been killed already were starving and dangerous. But it wasn't just Infected he was worried about. He froze as a savage snarl sounded from inside the tunnel behind him. He turned slowly, stepping back as he did so. His hand went to where his knife should have been but he'd dropped it not minutes ago, as he found out upon seeing the creature standing over his knife. He was now defenseless. He had to run, but the creature would give chase.
My only good option is going for the surface, where it won't follow. But it'll stay on the enterance and wait me out. I don't know any open passages near here. I'd be better off trying to get my knife, or maybe... no... I can't use my powers. If anybody walks by, they'll kill me without hesitation. I have to fight or it'll kill me. Fuck. There are no good options right now.