ersatz

g | no warnings apply

"I'm not hungry. Isn't that weird?"

Still chained, Gab finished eating whatever was in the can. Sean couldn't smell it and certainly couldn't taste it. He had tried typing random numbers into his helmet, but no luck.

It had been almost 32 hours since he woke up in the shelter with Eric and Mira. His stomach didn't grumble or rumble at all. He hadn't been tired, either, even though he tried to sleep.

He didn't know what compelled him, but he took the can opener and sliced open his hand.

But... he knew his blood wasn't supposed to be white?

(fin.)