"Shit--" Well, with the threat of death no longer hanging around like an odor from the train's septic tank, Curtis is all for sitting back down. Grey as his anchor, he staggers to the ground and props himself back up against his boulder. He'll answer questions once the world stops spinning and his head throbbing from God knows what. Probably dehydration, probably the heat. He remembers vaguely how it felt before CW7 fucked everyone up further. Either everyone is bitching about the cold or the heat, you just can't win.
When feels lucid enough to form words, he tries to explain the shit that can kill outside the train to someone who's never seen it. Guess they would see how well Curtis does.
"Got bit," he says, eyes closed to the harsh sting of the setting sun. "By a snake--It's..." He pulls his arm away from Grey to press both hands together and make his arms wriggle in a clumsy attempt at mimicry. "Long and... Makes noise, like... like a rattle. You hear it, stop moving. Just stop." Not that he took his own advice obviously. "Venomous too." Something as alien as any other species of animal besides humans is a hard thing to describe properly. No doubt, though, they would run into another one before this ends.
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When feels lucid enough to form words, he tries to explain the shit that can kill outside the train to someone who's never seen it. Guess they would see how well Curtis does.
"Got bit," he says, eyes closed to the harsh sting of the setting sun. "By a snake--It's..." He pulls his arm away from Grey to press both hands together and make his arms wriggle in a clumsy attempt at mimicry. "Long and... Makes noise, like... like a rattle. You hear it, stop moving. Just stop." Not that he took his own advice obviously. "Venomous too." Something as alien as any other species of animal besides humans is a hard thing to describe properly. No doubt, though, they would run into another one before this ends.