Shaken out of the skull’s lure by the voice, Chloe blinks a couple of times. When exactly did the fog appear? How long has she been staring into those dark eye sockets? Her processing feels smothered in molasses for a moment, the words taking longer than they should to fully register.
“No. No, I think you’re right.” Scooping up the discarded high heels that sit beside her, the android gets herself to her feet. The beckoning bones make her glance back, but only for a second. Her gaze goes to the man, focusing on him so she doesn’t end up sitting herself right back down in the sand.
With the fog showing no signs of relenting, Chloe steps closer to him and offers a small smile. “That’s a useful trick,” she comments, nodding to the green light. What that light is and how it’s there are certainly a point of interest for her, but there are more pressing questions at the moment. “I’m not sure if it’s best to try and go back or to continue forward…”
The outline and movement visible through the fog, a figure ambles towards them. From the way they move, it isn’t hard to tell that something is wrong. Peering more intently through the mist, Chloe waves a hand so that the seemingly struggling, possibly injured, figure can find them.
“Hello? It’s alright, don’t worry, we can help you,” she assures the shambling shape. Even though her new companion didn’t sign up for Chloe conducting a search and rescue, she looks to him as if to say that of course they’re going to aid someone in need.
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“No. No, I think you’re right.” Scooping up the discarded high heels that sit beside her, the android gets herself to her feet. The beckoning bones make her glance back, but only for a second. Her gaze goes to the man, focusing on him so she doesn’t end up sitting herself right back down in the sand.
With the fog showing no signs of relenting, Chloe steps closer to him and offers a small smile. “That’s a useful trick,” she comments, nodding to the green light. What that light is and how it’s there are certainly a point of interest for her, but there are more pressing questions at the moment. “I’m not sure if it’s best to try and go back or to continue forward…”
The outline and movement visible through the fog, a figure ambles towards them. From the way they move, it isn’t hard to tell that something is wrong. Peering more intently through the mist, Chloe waves a hand so that the seemingly struggling, possibly injured, figure can find them.
“Hello? It’s alright, don’t worry, we can help you,” she assures the shambling shape. Even though her new companion didn’t sign up for Chloe conducting a search and rescue, she looks to him as if to say that of course they’re going to aid someone in need.