Sherlock had avoided the cornucopia. He'd been witness to the bloodbath before and saw little reason to throw himself into it now. He'd only just barely skirted the outside, grabbing a bag of what he hoped was food, and took off into the darkness.
He hadn't stayed to see who was still alive, this time. He and Danny had gotten separated almost immediately, but he was relatively confident he would be able to find him again.
Assuming he survived, of course.
He paused as he came down to the tracks. Someone had been here. Someone had been here incredibly recently... He pulled down the backpack, opening it - hoping for a can, or something he could use as a weapon - and coming up only with metal cord. Well. Better than nothing. He wrapped it around his fist, hoisted his backpack up on his back, and carefully began making his way down the tracks...
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He hadn't stayed to see who was still alive, this time. He and Danny had gotten separated almost immediately, but he was relatively confident he would be able to find him again.
Assuming he survived, of course.
He paused as he came down to the tracks. Someone had been here. Someone had been here incredibly recently... He pulled down the backpack, opening it - hoping for a can, or something he could use as a weapon - and coming up only with metal cord. Well. Better than nothing. He wrapped it around his fist, hoisted his backpack up on his back, and carefully began making his way down the tracks...