[ The cuts and scrapes she'd found all over her when she'd woken up here have begun to close, the pain fading to a dull soreness, but she looks pale, tired, and scared. Abigail sits on a bench with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, given to her by a local trying to get on her good side, and thumbs through the pamphlets with a mixture of wariness and morbid curiosity. The information in most of them seems surreal and bizarre - she can't help but laugh a little at the rather adorable image that the word 'bunnyipyips' conjures up in her mind as she reads it - but as she reads the title of the next pamphlet the amusement disappears from her face entirely, replaced by nausea. "Alternatives to human flesh." This had to be some sick joke. ]
You've got to be kidding me.
III - Dyster
[ Seek us out, the voices had whispered, and before she could question it, Abigail found herself doing just that. She didn't remember how she'd gotten here, she was just here, wandering through empty streets and peering into houses that looked long abandoned, books still opened and tables set for dinner, but no signs of life at all. ]
Abigail Hobbs | Hannibal
[ The cuts and scrapes she'd found all over her when she'd woken up here have begun to close, the pain fading to a dull soreness, but she looks pale, tired, and scared. Abigail sits on a bench with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, given to her by a local trying to get on her good side, and thumbs through the pamphlets with a mixture of wariness and morbid curiosity. The information in most of them seems surreal and bizarre - she can't help but laugh a little at the rather adorable image that the word 'bunnyipyips' conjures up in her mind as she reads it - but as she reads the title of the next pamphlet the amusement disappears from her face entirely, replaced by nausea. "Alternatives to human flesh." This had to be some sick joke. ]
You've got to be kidding me.
III - Dyster
[ Seek us out, the voices had whispered, and before she could question it, Abigail found herself doing just that. She didn't remember how she'd gotten here, she was just here, wandering through empty streets and peering into houses that looked long abandoned, books still opened and tables set for dinner, but no signs of life at all. ]
Hello? Is anyone there?