Travis wandered the waste lands alone, a necklace of rat heads on his neck as he alternated between moving on all 4s and on 2 legs. A picture of a skull was drawn in his helmet, seemingly with dried blood.
"I am the hunter.."-he muttered in a deep ragged voice as he moved surprisingly quickly on all 4s thinking himself to be one of those ancient hunting jungle tribes but, in reality he looked more like Gollum from Lord of the Rings.
"I am the predator.."- he continued his monologue but was interrupted upon hearing noises coming from the other side of a tall ruined building.
"And you will be my prey!"- as he was making to enter the building for a better vantage point, a voice came from behind him.
"Hey there! Hey you, can you hear me?"- a fellow red called to him. As Steve turned back to see, knifes in hand ready for action, he spotted 2 fellow reds seemingly returning to their camp from a mission.
"Oy mate, IT'S STEVE! STEVE IS ALIVE! WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? You owe me 2 weeks worth of lunch."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever.."
They knew his name? He just changed it to Steve 5 seco...of course they knew his name, how couldn't they? As they approached him, he quickly rose on 2 feet, threw the head necklace aside..and the teeth bracelet..and the tail belt, changing his voice into a more normal one.
"Hey, how are you?"-he said to the 2 unknown reds who had mistaken him for their friend..which had confused him into thinking they were also his friends. "I was just about to ente.."-he started but was interrupted by one of the reds.
"Same as us, we just came back from a mission, heading for home camp right now."- as he got closer he continued-"Say, is that blood on your forehead?"
Shit, he forgot to wipe that out.-"The blood of a yellow."- quickly answered.
"I don't think blood stains from a dying victim are supposed to take the shape of a skull"- the red later added while at the same time Steve was drawing out a knife. He couldn't let them learn of the deranged shit he did while away..
"The yellow, was a known artist."
"See mate? Another proof that yellows are better than reds at everything. Even in death he was a better painter than any of us."
"I don't think that's how it wo.."
"Anyway let's hurry for encampment, can't wait to try my hard earned lunch"- and so, the 3 of them made way for the camp.
