[Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ohitsIF.png[/img][/Center] [hr][@Rune_Alchemist] [hider=A Dream?] Finnegan drifted aimlessly within the infinite white expanse; naught but his own thoughts and the ceaseless ticking of an unseen clock. [i]How long had he been here?[/i] [i]How did he get here?[/i] [i]What was this place?[/i] Though he had no true answer to these questions-- he could still remember small bits... An expedition. Screams. Water cold as winter, and black as night. The palm of his hand in searing pain. Unfamiliar voices chanting in prayer. One voice; a woman's voice, saying he was chosen... That he was to be a [b]Hero[/b]. And from that turbulent sea of darkness-- the young Apostle was jettisoned into the endless white expanse. Stranded in the ceaseless void, unable to move, speak, or even breathe-- the newly minted Hero did the only thing he could... He watched. And as he stared into the nothingness, Finnegan Connors would soon begin to feel as if he himself was being watched as well. Yet, despite his strange circumstances... It was oddly comforting to know he wasn't truly alone. That he hadn't been cast aside to be forgotten just as quickly as he had been saved. Only then did his eyes finally see how filled this limitless expanse truly was. Worlds. Tens. Hundreds. Thousands. Untold billions and trillions. Spanning beyond comprehension... Woven together like an ornate tapestry. All would turn to ash, and be remade as gears and clockwork-- spanning ever onward into the beyond. Even in his wildest dreams, Finnegan couldn't even begin to imagine something so profound. So entranced was he by what his eyes had witnessed that he barely noticed when the ticking stopped. Nor when he began to fall. [/hider] Luminous eyes slid open as Finnegan sat up abruptly; pulling free of what necrotic husk still clung to him. A womanly voice from behind the young Apostle exclaimed in disbelief at his sudden revival, eliciting a strange chuckle from the man she had thought dead mere moments before. [Color=green]"It would seem so Sister!"[/color] Finnegan replied cheerfully; his hands vigorously rubbing the sleep from his eyes, [Color=green]"I'm just glad to be back in Av-"[/color] Finn's words abruptly halted as a small box appeared in the edge of his vision. He'd thought it a trick of the light at first-- but now that he looked at it... It seemed to contain a strange depiction of a vaguely familiar woman sitting atop a gear... And were those words? In a single moment, the surreal feeling that had followed the dream had all but vanished; replaced instead by a surge of adrenaline-fueled panic. [Center][h3][color=green]"RHEANE'S TITS!"[/color][/h3][/center] Finnegan's fearful scream echoed throughout the catacombs as the heel of his boot slammed into the forehead of the lunging Zombie, throwing it back-- in addition to sending him ass over teakettle off the other side of the table. Hurriedly scrambling back to his feet, Finn took a defensive stance in front of the Woman he had woken with; drawing his hunting knife as the trio of Living Corpses continued their shuffling advance. Finn's eyes shifted warily between the three undead; gritting his teeth nervously as he tried to remember the basics of CQC. [quote=Drill Marshal Dearan]"If you’re forced into using your knife-- you've already screwed yourself. So you better be paying the [b]FUCK[/b] attention!"[/quote] He could almost feel the end of the Drill Marshal's cane jam into his ribs as the words reverberated sternly inside his head. Raising his left arm to act as a shield, Finnegan shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet; his knife-wielding hand poised to slash and stab away at whatever got close. [Color=green]"I'm not sure who you are miss, nor how I got here-- but stay behind me. God willing, I'll get us out of this mess and back to safety!"[/color]