It was like a small flicker that he hadn’t been captured yet, people were not taking too much notice of the bandaged man. Wandering the world known as Earth with his parasite. Eyes focused on the surrounding perimeter before becoming covering with a the artificial eyelids, moisturizing them so that they would continue functioning properly.
Meo was getting a map looked up in his head, he wasn’t positive of where he was, human dialect was something that took time to translate. His breathing relaxed as the teeth in his mouth gave a slow grind, a thirst for chemicals had to be quenched. The area seemed to be lacking stores to purchase liquids from, he might’ve wandered too far.
His eyes focused on something in the distance, and his feet approached with lacking caution on what it was. Muscles relaxed and a short breath was held, the figure came into view, a man, not like someone he had seen before. “Hey you!” He shouted as he continued moving onwards. To encounter someone who may be dangerous was surely a foolhardy move, but Meo was making sure to keep his defenses at the ready if something terrible were to occur.
If there was a note recorded for every bone broken, every bodily fluid spilled across the floor in a terrible battle, then you would be written down. Not as one of the dead, but as a survivor of the torture and the pain.
