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Theos gazed emotionless through his goggles towards the streets of the Chicago suburbs. The scar over his right eye always stood out more when he held this blank expression. Good memories of this place were few, but swiftly fading into nightmares. Before his mind could allow any state of daydream, like a slap to the face his mentality was ripped back into reality. His backpack upon his back looked heavy, though after about a year of lugging it around the bags weight was starting to be second nature. Theos was sitting on A roof of A porch to one of the houses in the suburb. His access to the rooftop was by A window overlooking it. 

The window behind him was closed and the door behind it was closed as well. The house he was at had been the one he was staying at temporarily. Theos often found himself migrating between living spaces, while many could hardly be called that. Knowing the distance of the drop it could be done with feint chance of injury. Which was the only reason he was positioned on this roof. It had been several months since Theos had even seen signs of other people, non-monstrous people. Instinctively his hand went over his stomach due to sheer hunger. It was getting to the point that pain could start to occur, if it wasn't for his insensitivity to pain, he probably would of felt it by now. 

Theos had his bow over his shoulder among his backpack and makeshift quiver. His knuckle-knife was in sheath not to far from hands reach as he continued to examine the area. The highlight of this week would be searching for a new spot to perch. Hopefully in between searching he can cross paths with some sort of food source, whether it be an animal or who knows. Silently as possible Theos moved back to the window and opened it with his knife. Then proceeded to trek through the house and reach the front door he was located above. 

Standing outside of the house he walks towards the street and looks down each way. Despite not seeing any direct threats, he was still trying to conceal his position with being against some hedges. Like always his hood was up and goggles+face mask was on, aiding in concealing his looks. Left, right, forward, left and then right again; his head shifts back and forth slowly as he scans his path options. [i] "Where to go, where to go?" [/i] Were the only thoughts his mind could muster. Going straight would cross the street to another home that he would have to search if traveled to. Left would be going back the direction he came. Behind him led to yards and fences, more opportunities to unknowingly bound into A threat. This meant only one pathway remained, to his right. Although despite making his decision, he simply waited and watched. Not wanting to get to carried away and not be to cautious of his surroundings. That was how he got his scar over his eye, lack of caution and to much trust.

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Theos' gaze locked on the small form as soon as it was in sight. His eyes looked for the source of the heavy panting before he actually found the girl sprinting towards his direction. Then proceeded to hear A male voice shout something at the girl he was pursuing. Part of him wondered if this was A trap, the rest of his mentallity wondered how much that stumble on the sidewalk hurt for the girl when she slipped and fell. Theos sighed as he stood to his feet and swiftly drew his bow, notching an arrow into it. His aim was steady and on the man chasing the girl. They were getting closer and closer, until eventually he let out a light whistle that he knew was loud enough for them both to hear. He just didn't whistle as loud as he wanted or could have, due to not wanting to further attract anything in the nearby area.

The only words able to be heard from the goggled and masked figure, wearing an oddly high amount of white in his attire. Although by now his attire had many spots of dried blood on it along with dirt, so one could say his attire has hardly pure white anymore. "Both of you stop. Make one more move and I'll remove you both from this hell." He was talking to both of them, however his bow was directly aimed on the man's chest. He considered the man wielding a weapon more dangerous then the girl. However the girl was still clean in his sites.