Something about silence

Sam was bored out of his mind. Since he was on a parole of sorts, he couldn't really stir up much trouble. There wasn't much for him to do here. He's not allowed to fight. He's not allowed to steal things. He's not allowed to stir up any trouble. Most of the time he just runs around the campus because he wasn't even allowed into town without supervision. He hated it. At least it was better than juvie. That was something he constantly had to remind himself of, whenever he felt like complaining about his current situation, whenever he felt compelled to just start a fight.

It was better to be here than anywhere else.

Right now, though, chaos was happening in all directions. He could hear everything. There were monsters here. The bonfire where you could see the dead became a monster invasion. Everybody was preoccupied with something - like surviving, for example. Nobody left to pay attention to him. Sure, maybe he'd get into trouble later, but he could just say it's in self-defense, right? And plus, it wasn't going to hurt anybody if he just went out to the forest, armed with his cane and one of those training weapons they had scattered around in the power classrooms. He was going to go hunt some monsters.

Now, in the middle of the forest, he wasn't very sure. The tinge of blood was in the air, blood, and smoke, but under that something more sinister than the usual dampness of the forest. Something that didn't belong there. Interdimensional alright. Nothing was near him, but maybe these monsters didn't make any sound, in which case he was royally screwed. He kept his right hand tight around the handle of his cane, his left hand against the bark of an elm tree. He sniffed the air. Nothing near him.

Then there was a series of footsteps, distinctly not human, and he was in trouble.


@Saber

There was a faint rustling above him that ticked his senses off. He sniffed the air a couple times. Under that cloying mist of blood and dirt and trees, he could smell the salt that came in human sweat. There was somebody, then, somebody near him other than those light footsteps approaching closer every second. Sam debated, rapidly, what chances he had at running away from that thing. With the speed that it's moving at, not quite, and anyways he came out here to have fun.

For the first time in the evening, he started to doubt himself and his abilities.

The human could be an ally against that thing. Judging by the rustling noises, it was somebody who was pretty light, taller than himself, athletic. Most likely had a weapon with him, since the smell of metal, light but tangible, was moving with that person. It was an armed, athletic person. He could use some help. Maybe. Sort of.

Yeah, he probably could use some help.

"Hey. Hey, guy in the tree. You're like four feet away from me, so come down here and say hi because I can hear you," Sam said, quietly. "You're too loud to be stealthy."