Soft, blue eyes cracked open slowly. Where...Where was he? Bradley lifted his head and inspected the area, his eyes aching, wanting to be closed again. One minute he was getting a drink for him and Zen, the next he's waking up on the ground, dizzy and uncoordinated. It took him a few seconds, but he was soon on his feet, arm resting on the wall, keeping himself steady while his body was hunched over.
"Zen...?" He called out weakly, taking a step forward.
"Ze-Zen?" He asked again, voice growing louder.
The smell of blood was apparent in the air, but where was it coming from? The boy had no idea - He had been in the slaughterhouse of his home back at the farm enough times to be able to pick that smell out from a gaseous fume of them, but he never quite got used to it. When he rounded a corner, however, the source was obvious. His eyes widened and he took a step back, staring at the mutilated corpses lying on the ground.
"Wh-what the..." Holding back vomit, he looked straight ahead, trying to power through the bodies. His feet sloshed around, disgusting squelching noises filling the silence. With each step, he could feel his appetite diminishing more and more.
A few minutes after he exited that battlefield, he could hear some voices and, before he knew it, he heard Zen's distinctive voice. His spirits immediately soared and he started picking up his pace.
"Zen!" He exclaimed loudly, the man coming into sight.
"Ze-Zen, there ya are!"
@Sen (( Sorry it's kinda bad. It'll get better, I promise. ))
