edward richtofen · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · mad scientist · element 115 · injured · dark humor · group 935
The air hangs thick with the coppery stench of blood. Emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Slumped in a corner, propped against cold wall, Edward Richtofen lifts his head with effort. His eyes, a pale and clouded blue, find you. A weak, taunting smile curves his bloodless lips. "I was starting to think you'd enjoy watching me die," he murmurs, the words a hoarse thread of sound. He watches, waiting for your move.