Crynime: Encryption

Chapter 36: Rats!

"Cry...."

The said brunet glanced over his shoulder and saw that his friends were looking at him with concern.

Cry sighed softly before pinching his arm.

'I can't be down like this forever!  I'll worry them too much!'

The brunet took another deep breath before turning to look at his friends.

"Don't worry about me guys!  I'll pull through, 'kay?"

Russ and the others didn't look too convinced; the glasses-wearing brunet grabbed Cry's injured arm gently.

Sup popped his head out of Russ's brown locks and landed on Cry's shoulder, healing the masked brunet.

Cry pat the creature's head in thanks before glancing around the area they were in.

They were on some sort of old building, surrounded by more.

Snake was keeping watch, as usual, as Scott bickered with Ken and Pewds.  Raven and Red were chatting quietly with each other.

Cry walked over to Snake as Russ joined Red and Raven's conversation.

"Yo, Snake."

The darker-haired brunet glanced over at his leader-like friend and grunted a greeting.

"Cry."

Cry looked at the abandoned-looking city below.

"Found anything?"

Snake flickered his eyes over to Cry before bringing them back to the buildings.

"...There's a great stench of death and sickness in the air.  There are hardly any life forms here."

Cry frowned beneath his mask and scrunched his nose up slightly.

'He wasn't kidding about the smell....' "Anyone nearby?"

Snake pointed at the ground below them.

"...They aren't...exactly human..."

Cry squinted his eyes slightly and blinked in shock.

There was a giant swarm of fat rats below them.

The brunet felt some goosebumps on his skin as he watched the small rodents gnaw on some sort of corpse.

'....I've only ever seen that many rats in one game....'

Snake felt the air of realization around Cry; he promoted an answer from the other.

"Which game?"

Cry continued to look at the swirling mass of rats below them, answering the taller.

"Dishonored."

~~

"So we're looking for some guy named Corvo?"

Cry shrugged.

"Meh.  Either we run into him or he runs into us.  Doesn't really matter."

Crash, bang, bang!

Cry glanced up to a building and saw something--or someone--suddenly apparated out of nowhere.

'Ah.  There he is.'

The masked 'fugitive', Corvo, had a crossbow out, shooting sleeping darts at his pursuers.

00(Corvo's POV)00

D***.  There's too many of them this time.  What should I--?

"Hey~What up dude~?"

I blinked in shock and my eyes met a white mask.