"None of the other guys I talked to mentioned being dead, either. Though they were all, uh, human to begin with. Least I think so." There hadn't been any conceivable reason for him to ask, after all.
"Yeah, I was here last night. Didn't go very far. I woke up here," he said, pulling the first-floor map between them and pointing at one of the rooms on the M111-120 hallway. As he continued, he slid and tapped his finger on the map, tracing the route he'd taken. "Met a guy in the hall here who was headed to M3, and we walked up this way, through here, and down here. Saw one of the monsters in the field here. Squirrel the size of a German shepherd, attacking two guys, though they were winning. Barely." He'd seen them both from a distance at breakfast, looking none the worse for wear, though he hadn't been close enough to see scratches or minor wounds.
After pausing dramatically to let this sink in, the fact that 'squirrel' and 'German shepherd' might not be universal reference points occurred to him. Whoops. "About this big," he added, gesturing with his hands, "mammalian, an order of magnitude larger than nature provides, and with much larger and sharper teeth and claws than would be proportional. And according to someone on the bulletin board, normal mammalian nervous system and weak points." He still didn't trust Mello, but he also didn't have any reason to doubt that information. Especially since it was pretty easy to prove one way or the other.
"Do you know the weak points of the human body? Most mammals are analogous." He'd never had any real desire to take up hunting as a hobby, but he knew the basics, and the biology. And that he was a piss-poor shot with a gun or a bow. He'd need a close-range weapon, even if that meant letting monsters get closer. Phoenix had had a baseball bat -- that didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
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"Yeah, I was here last night. Didn't go very far. I woke up here," he said, pulling the first-floor map between them and pointing at one of the rooms on the M111-120 hallway. As he continued, he slid and tapped his finger on the map, tracing the route he'd taken. "Met a guy in the hall here who was headed to M3, and we walked up this way, through here, and down here. Saw one of the monsters in the field here. Squirrel the size of a German shepherd, attacking two guys, though they were winning. Barely." He'd seen them both from a distance at breakfast, looking none the worse for wear, though he hadn't been close enough to see scratches or minor wounds.
After pausing dramatically to let this sink in, the fact that 'squirrel' and 'German shepherd' might not be universal reference points occurred to him. Whoops. "About this big," he added, gesturing with his hands, "mammalian, an order of magnitude larger than nature provides, and with much larger and sharper teeth and claws than would be proportional. And according to someone on the bulletin board, normal mammalian nervous system and weak points." He still didn't trust Mello, but he also didn't have any reason to doubt that information. Especially since it was pretty easy to prove one way or the other.
"Do you know the weak points of the human body? Most mammals are analogous." He'd never had any real desire to take up hunting as a hobby, but he knew the basics, and the biology. And that he was a piss-poor shot with a gun or a bow. He'd need a close-range weapon, even if that meant letting monsters get closer. Phoenix had had a baseball bat -- that didn't seem like a bad idea at all.