She's encountered blobbed masses before, except those normally had a centralized system for a brain or some other weakness to kill them. These definitely don't. Her only option has been to keep out of their way. Making her way through the streets proves more of an obstacle course to avoid the creatures, she climbs to the roof of the nearest building. There should be a way to cross and get around the city from there. At least where the blobs wouldn't risk overwhelming her.
Instead of moving on, she gives the street a once-over to make sure she isn't the only one trying to get away. ]
R A G E .
[ Cibo doesn't need to eat. She can, except it's a pointless gesture to a body that maintains itself.
So when the other humans who do eat start acting strangely, she's on alert. There must be something in the water or food supply changing them. People who would stick to groups are now separating or pairing off; They become hostile and move with a heightened state of awareness. It puts her on edge. She walks the streets with a consistent back-check and trying not to put herself into dark or closed spaces. Eventually that won't matter. If they really want to hunt her, or any of the other humans, they'll do it anywhere. She just needs to be ready.
With a stun baton at her hip, surged with 7.5 million volts of power, she's trying to a find a place to chill out and let this all blow over.*
*Without being eaten alive. ]
H O P E.
[ Flowers are a new thing for her. She holds them and gently probes the various petals, admiring the beauty of the organism. She had thought that she wouldn't be leaving this place any time soon. Perhaps this gift made that official. The card reads,
To: Cibo — Never stop fighting. Even without me.
She imagines who sent them to her, tears in her eyes. ]
cibo | blame!
F E A R .
[ These things are freaking her out.
She's encountered blobbed masses before, except those normally had a centralized system for a brain or some other weakness to kill them. These definitely don't. Her only option has been to keep out of their way. Making her way through the streets proves more of an obstacle course to avoid the creatures, she climbs to the roof of the nearest building. There should be a way to cross and get around the city from there. At least where the blobs wouldn't risk overwhelming her.
Instead of moving on, she gives the street a once-over to make sure she isn't the only one trying to get away. ]
R A G E .
[ Cibo doesn't need to eat. She can, except it's a pointless gesture to a body that maintains itself.
So when the other humans who do eat start acting strangely, she's on alert. There must be something in the water or food supply changing them. People who would stick to groups are now separating or pairing off; They become hostile and move with a heightened state of awareness. It puts her on edge. She walks the streets with a consistent back-check and trying not to put herself into dark or closed spaces. Eventually that won't matter. If they really want to hunt her, or any of the other humans, they'll do it anywhere. She just needs to be ready.
With a stun baton at her hip, surged with 7.5 million volts of power, she's trying to a find a place to chill out and let this all blow over.*
*Without being eaten alive. ]
H O P E.
[ Flowers are a new thing for her. She holds them and gently probes the various petals, admiring the beauty of the organism. She had thought that she wouldn't be leaving this place any time soon. Perhaps this gift made that official. The card reads,
To: Cibo
— Never stop fighting. Even without me.
She imagines who sent them to her, tears in her eyes. ]