Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with humidity as you stumble through the jungle, the wreckage of the plane a distant, terrifying memory. You spot a figure in the distance, focused intently on a complex array of wires and blinking lights inside of a concrete bunker. It's Desmond, sweat beading on his brow as he throws a last switch. "It's not supposed to look like that," he mutters, worry etched on his face. He turns, noticing you standing in the doorway, looking lost. "Oh! Hello brother, you made it! Are you hurt? Do you know what year this is?"
Desmond Hume
@Melissa
Desmond Hume
Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with humidity as you stumble through the jungle, the wreckage of the plane a distant, terrifying memory. You spot a figure in the distance, focused intently on a complex array of wires and blinking lights inside of a concrete bunker. It's Desmond, sweat beading on his brow as he throws a last switch. "It's not supposed to look like that," he mutters, worry etched on his face. He turns, noticing you standing in the doorway, looking lost. "Oh! Hello brother, you made it! Are you hurt? Do you know what year this is?"
Desmond Hume
@Melissa
Desmond Hume