Anthropogenesis || Misery Apr 29, 2013 17:16:19 GMT -4
Post by The Prince on Apr 29, 2013 17:16:19 GMT -4
The hospital was far from the safest place for the Prince to be. It seemed a little counter-intuitive, being so endangered in a place that was once meant to harbor and heal the sick and wounded. Then again, Daisuke had long since accepted the fact that, these days, he was the prey and everyone else was a predator. With the acceptance of that fact, however, had come the fact that he had cast away most fear of death. It was an inevitable truth that death was coming, and it was just as true that it could happen at any time and he was powerless to prevent it. The Prince wasn't really one to believe in fate, but he had enough faith in destiny to at least hold true on that.
It wasn't really in Daisuke's nature to wander out away from the safety of the outer projects of Fort York. He most often drifted between the church -- which in itself was only safe for him to inhabit about a quarter of the time -- and the apartment that Mai had given him a key to, where she kept her supplies and where he would most often wait if he wanted to meet her. The key presently hung on a vinyl cord around his neck so it couldn't very easily be pulled off. He kept it tucked into his shirt so no one could grab at it -- not that anyone would bother, anyway.
The only reason the Prince had chosen the hospital to go into was because he had lost track of time -- an incredible rarity for him -- and found that the sun was sinking a lot faster than he was prepared for. So that left him with a choice: hide out in the nearest building (which, at the time he had made the decision, had been the hospital) or fight his way through a myriad of potential Overminds and Reavers that would potentially be walking the street. Although he was well-armed with his chainsaw and his pistol tucked into his waistband just in case, the choice had been obvious. At least in the hospital, there were rooms that he could wait alone in for the sun to come up.
Kaibun, the lithe gray cat that the Prince most often let accompany him, had been left intentionally in the apartment back in the sketchy but safe ring around Fort York. There were very few things in the world that Daisuke genuinely cared for. One was Mai, his unofficial but obvious girlfriend, and the other was his cat. The difference was that Mai could probably handle her own in the more infested inner areas of the city, where the hospital was.
What had initially been a mild excursion to a dangerous area to look for extra supplies had become what would probably be a sleepless all-nighter, and the Prince hoped that Kaibun was at least alright on his own for one night. The cat had lived on his own for a long time before the Prince was around; he doubted another night would kill him.
With his chainsaw secured to his back with the strap going across his chest, the Prince made sure his gun was loaded, aiming it straight ahead as he walked through the hospital to find an empty room with a door that closed to hole up in. It was a fairly easy task, having only to wander up to the second floor to find a door that was still on its hinges, hiding no one behind it. Although he had to step over a desecrated corpse to get inside, it seemed safe enough. Being as quiet as he could in case he was unknowingly sharing the building with something malicious, he closed the door behind him and put the gun back in his waistband, heaving himself up to rest upon the hospital bed. And he waited.