[color=purple][center][h2]• Grayson Donovan •[/h2][/center][/color]
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[color=fff200]Day 6 7:50[/color]

Grayson awoke with a groggy mind and growling stomach.

He had spent the previous afternoon searching for whatever oddity had caused the moment of panic in his mind, however without luck. He had stumbled upon various other bunker mates, each of then rather concerned with his appearance, however he had brushed them off and continued on his quest to locate by the disturbance. 

Grayson had searched for what had felt like hours, however no matter where he looked, nothing had stood out to him. Finally, after a long evening of searching practically the entire base, he had returned to his room with weary legs and a churning stomach to rest. 

The Astral projector's sleep had been poor in quality, tormented by fits of nausea and vomited throughout the night hours. Off-balance hormones and negative emotions from the trauma he had recently experienced hadn't done much to contribute to his health, and these also affected his sleep. 

By the time he had awoke, Grayson was a stinky, disheveled mess.

The showers were his first stop that morning. He undressed as quickly as he could manage, careful to avoid moving his abdomen too much; it was quite sore from the frequent vomiting.

He stepped into the warm water with a sigh of satisfaction, allowing the hot liquid to course over his bare skin and slowly degrade the layer of grime his body had accumulated.

Grayson took a moment to look over his body, noting the smalls scars, discolored skin, and malnourishment this past year had brought him.

The pain of losing his family was still fresh, as if the asteroid had crashed yesterday, however he pushed it aside, focusing merely on himself. 

His discolored fingertips traced gently over his scars, disrupting the water patterns as he attempted to recall every memory that accompanied each scar. 

[i]One from when u dropped a shovel on my foot. One from a fight in eleventh grade when I got clawed on the forearm. One from when I nicked my chin shaving. One from my appendicitis surgery.[/i]

More often than not, he was unable to recall the origin of a scar.

Grayson heard someone else entering the room and quickly shut off the water, grabbing a towel and drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist and making his way back to his room. The cool air on his bare chest caused his hair to stand on end. His nausea was greatly reduced, however the dizziness still remained.

After dressing himself in a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue hoodie, Grayson made his way to the dining hall, his bare feet slapping on the cold tiles.

The man grabbed a bowl of questionable liquid and took a seat at one of the dining hall tables, wolfing it down without a second thought.

Grayson briefly considered grabbing another bowl, hesitant about being greedy, however he reasoned his doubt away by justifying it with the fact that he hadn't eaten the day before.