[center][hr][hr][h1][color=db33a4]I N D I G O [/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center][sub][color=db33a4]Location: All over, & Outside The Crow's Nest[right][i]born again[/i][/right][/color][hr][/sub]

[center][color=lightgray]It had been six months since Indigo had woken up in the middle of a crumbling street, their body aching and their head pounding. As soon as their vision cleared, however, the pain was gone, replaced with an irregular-feeling heartbeat and a hunger so intense that they felt their stomach would start digesting itself; they quickly found out how to make that go away as well, however the solution had left a rather bad taste in the revenant's mouth. They'd never forget the faces of the corpses that provided them sustenance.

They had spent most of their time scavenging ruins, coming upon countless bodies along the way, all in different phases of decomposition. Some of them were so shredded that they couldn't even be immediately recognized as bodies, but rather hunks of flesh torn from their origins and strewn unceremoniously about the place. It was a gruesome sight, one that Indigo forced themselves to get used to. [/color][color=bd33a4][i]Get used to it, looks like this is the norm, now.[/i][/color]

[color=lightgray]On top of the human corpses were stranger ones, ones that looked...wrong. Amalgamations, humanoid-looking things that had off colours and incorrect anatomy. Something that might've been human at some point, but lost such a role to...to what, Indigo wasn't sure, but they didn't want to find out. 

It had only been a few days into their revival that Indigo had killed their first Lost, and the adrenaline it had provided fueled the poor starving body to its next meal. It was a small one, smaller than them, but it had a bite that ripped a nice chunk of flesh from Indigo's arm. With strength that had startled them, Indigo grabbed the small goblin of a creature and smashed its head into the floor until it was no more than a weird, pulpy black substance. The small break that the creature's death had gave Indigo just enough time to see the bite heal good as new, not even a scar left behind.

Weird.

What was weirder was the fact that the creature had also seemed to begin its own healing process, and Indigo watched in disgusted fascination as its weirdly-shaped head began to stitch itself back together.[/color] [color=bd33a4][i]I suppose that's my cue to go, then.[/i][/color]

[color=lightgray]The first months of Indigo's new existence was spent in this state of limbo, fighting unkillable monsters, scrounging up blood from corpses, looting deserted buildings, and trying to remember exactly how they got in this situation to begin with. When they realized just how much of their memory was missing, Indigo had a cocktail of mixed emotions inside of them. Part of them wondered if it was for the better, maybe their past was just as gruesome as their present, and who would want to remember that? The other part was mad. How could they just....forget? The longer they dwelled in their head, the more they realized how they seemed to have far fewer memories than gaps in them. [/color]

[color=bd33a4][i]Maybe it's better if I just...don't think about it.[/i][/color] 

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[color=lightgray]Early morning had snuck up on the insomniac who had been trudging along a river that stretched for-seemingly-ever. Something in the back of their head told them that following rivers was a good navigational tactic, but for what reason, they weren't sure. All they knew was it was a path to take, and anything was better when it didn't have as many hordes of Lost as the cities seemed to. They took a moment to rest, splashing their face with the fresh babbling waves and watching the blood on their face wash back into the waters. They were [i]covered[/i] in blood, from head-to-toe. Bathing had been a rare thing to come by, especially in the last two weeks leading up to them finding this river. Even with a water source, Indigo felt way too exposed and vulnerable attempting to clean themselves, so instead, they simply dealt with the stench of old blood and death on them. It was a sour smell that made their eyes water, but it was better than being killed while naked, so at least they had that. 

They wouldn't admit it, but Indigo was terrified of what had been happening. Disassociation was one of their strongsuits, but without help from an outside force, one could only step out of reality for so long. Every time they had to look upon the ruined place around them, Indigo felt like they were missing something. A stranger in a world that did not want them. Someone who shouldn't be alive.[/color] 

[color=bd33a4][i]Why did I wake up when none of those others did?[/i][/color] [color=lightgray]Of all the countless dead bodies they had come upon, not one was rising from its grave as they had. Indigo couldn't figure it out, and it bothered them severely. Why them? Why was this happening?

After Indigo eventually continued their journey down the riverbank, something started to become visible in the distance. It looked like....well, actually, they weren't sure. The word "observatory" came to mind, but what exactly that was and how they knew what it was evaded them. Perhaps it was a fragment of a missing memory. Indigo scowled inwardly.[/color] [color=bd33a4][i]I just can't seem to escape every damn reminder that I don't know shit...[/i][/color] [color=lightgray]They continued to study it as they approached, furrowing their brows when the realization hit that there was light coming from some of the visible windows. It had a large metal door that Indigo assumed was the entrance; that paired with the barricades looked mighty unwelcoming to an outsider. They wondered if there were others in there. Until now, Indigo had assumed that the power grid of this place had been completely blown or shut down. The only other time they had seen a lit window was....

Pursing their lips, the tall revenant took note of the appearance of this observatory, how it seemed...taken care of. There wasn't much dilapidation around the entrance, and as they wandered around the back, Indigo began to lean even more into their suspicions that someone lived in there. There was no way a building like this was well-taken care of and lit -- when everything else around it was in shambles -- without someone being [i]in there[/i].

But if someone [i]was[/i] in there, what would they do? Would Indigo even want to risk meeting someone who might not take kindly to strangers? They had survived just fine on their own for this long -- 'just fine' was giving them way too much credit -- so why would they risk it?

Their stomach growled.

Indigo frowned and wandered back to the entrance of the observatory. They couldn't seem to make up their mind, pacing back and forth, going through different situations in their head. Perhaps they could just knock? No, what if whoever was in there wasn't looking for visitors? They couldn't just act all neighbourly and expect the same out of someone who had to experience similar horrors that Indigo had.

Perhaps they should just...move on. It wasn't the most interesting option, but it sounded to be the safest one at this point. They took a couple steps back, staring at the observatory with an unreadable expression. Their grey shirt was torn in multiple places, brown with the amount of blood and guts soaking it. The pants they had on were black and did well to hide the filth that crusted them, but not the rips. The individual's hair was a mess of semi-matted curls that had a burst of white-blonde also stained brown with filth. Their face was smeared less with grime thanks to the river water, but the grime sticking to their arms was steadfast. Thankfully, their jacket hid those parts well; It was hard to tell what was ink and what was blood on their arms. Their tall frame slouched slightly, a defeated stance that did nothing to make them look anything less of a looming, blood-stained vagrant. 

Slowly, their feet began to take them backwards. Hesitant and full of what-ifs, Indigo couldn't turn fully around to begin exploring somewhere else. There was just something about this building that drew them in, despite its unknown occupants with unknown intentions. 

Perhaps it was the idea of possibly finding a sanctuary in the hell they had woken up into.[/color][/center]