[ Throughout the past couple of months, Rick had lost count of the amount of times he woke up in a strange place with blurry or nearly non-existent memories of how he arrived there. Awaking in the current sterile room he found himself in not being any different. Low groan on his lips, Rick stumbled from the bed, wild eyes taking in all his surroundings.
He moved through the room, trying to find something, anything to give him insight. Trembling fingertips pressed all over the walls, tipping over things and shifting everything in sight. The quest only halted when he noticed a device out of the corner of his eye.
Quickly snatching for it, Rick had little trouble powering it up (oddly enough); a battered and worse for wear looking face met the broadcast. ]
What is this place? What's goin' on? [ A hard look filled his face as the reality of the situation washed over him. What happened? Blood, screams and sobbing filled his mind and the cold dread only worsened the longer time went on. ] Where's my group? [ They were his family and he couldn't leave them with such a monster. ] My kids. Where are my kids?
[ Looking down for a moment, he held the device tighter in his hand, knuckles turning white from the grip. ] Are the walkers contained?
b. asteroid exploring: meston.
[ Space travel never really occurred to Rick as a true possibility for his life but then again he never imagined any of the turns his life took before they happened. Letting out a breath, he walked along the ground (thankfully solid) and tried to take stock of everything.
Along the way, he stopped to help those who needed assistance or looked at all troubled.
Once a Sheriff Deputy always a Sheriff Deputy.
The longest pause in his trek being the sight of the glowing trees? Radiation? He still didn't trust anything and knew there were dangers lurking everywhere. He just needed to figure out the information and then form a plan.
Eventually, he made his way to get a drink and maybe just maybe pick up a guitar to see if he remembered playing. In his youth, he rebelled against playing the violin with the guitar; a secret only his younger brother knew at the time. ]
c. wildcard!
[ hit me up with anything! rick would try to explore plenty and get as much information as possible. ]
Rick Grimes | The Walking Dead.
[ Throughout the past couple of months, Rick had lost count of the amount of times he woke up in a strange place with blurry or nearly non-existent memories of how he arrived there. Awaking in the current sterile room he found himself in not being any different. Low groan on his lips, Rick stumbled from the bed, wild eyes taking in all his surroundings.
He moved through the room, trying to find something, anything to give him insight. Trembling fingertips pressed all over the walls, tipping over things and shifting everything in sight. The quest only halted when he noticed a device out of the corner of his eye.
Quickly snatching for it, Rick had little trouble powering it up (oddly enough); a battered and worse for wear looking face met the broadcast. ]
What is this place? What's goin' on? [ A hard look filled his face as the reality of the situation washed over him. What happened? Blood, screams and sobbing filled his mind and the cold dread only worsened the longer time went on. ] Where's my group? [ They were his family and he couldn't leave them with such a monster. ] My kids. Where are my kids?
[ Looking down for a moment, he held the device tighter in his hand, knuckles turning white from the grip. ] Are the walkers contained?
b. asteroid exploring: meston.
[ Space travel never really occurred to Rick as a true possibility for his life but then again he never imagined any of the turns his life took before they happened. Letting out a breath, he walked along the ground (thankfully solid) and tried to take stock of everything.
Along the way, he stopped to help those who needed assistance or looked at all troubled.
Once a Sheriff Deputy always a Sheriff Deputy.
The longest pause in his trek being the sight of the glowing trees? Radiation? He still didn't trust anything and knew there were dangers lurking everywhere. He just needed to figure out the information and then form a plan.
Eventually, he made his way to get a drink and maybe just maybe pick up a guitar to see if he remembered playing. In his youth, he rebelled against playing the violin with the guitar; a secret only his younger brother knew at the time. ]
c. wildcard!
[ hit me up with anything! rick would try to explore plenty and get as much information as possible. ]