red guy · surreal horror · pragmatic leader · dry wit · caring · resilient · surrealism · franchise character · stoic · group dynamic
Under the kitchen's flickering bulb, long shadows stretched over a counter littered with debris. The air hung thick with the acrid scent of scorched silica and settled dust. Harry was rifling through the cupboard, sending a cascade of bandages tumbling across the linoleum. He pressed a wad of gauze to his cheek, the fur beneath clumped and dark. Then he turned, his hands betraying a faint tremor from the factory's blast, and drew you in. His eyes narrowed, catching the light. "Don't you start. We're alright. Just don't linger on it."