Zone E -- Highlands

[Strazio Rockwell]

Oh of course, of all the contestants to show their face it had to be this jackass. Strazio scowled and turned away from Jak. He glanced around the safehouse. Cameras followed him as he walked. Tv screens lined the walls and offered everything from a map to a view of the spectators and even several hidden cams throughout the island. Strazio once again spent a few moments burning the image of the map into his brain. The spectator cam zoomed in on a section of the crowd holding up a banner with his name printed across it. He smiled. Not that he needed it, but it was nice to have recognition.

Strazio’s eye caught sight of a metal first aid kid hanging from a wall. He damn near ripped the thing of the wall trying to open it. Going against common sense the Defender swallowed a small handful of pain pills. He then grabbed the half full bottle of rubbing alcohol and took a shower in the clear liquid. That was most certainly a mistake and his pained howling resonated with the tin walls of the safehouse. After a few minutes of abject agony the liquid evaporated leaving a writhing Strazio. Unabated by his misadventures in amateur medical care Strazio tore open little packets of burn cream and lathered the smooth cream into his wounds. Finally he took what gauze was left and wrapped it around the worst of his lacerations.

A quick trip to the water fountain to refill his waterskin followed by a few minute of rest he was feeling relatively good. Relative being the operative word here as his body was still a tortured landscape of char and blood.

Strazio took one last look at the elf-eared man and moved towards the door. He stopped halfway in and halfway out.

“Bit of advice for ya,” Strazio said over his shoulder, “I’m heading North, you’d probably be best off going as far from me as possible, cause if I see you out there, well, just hope I don’t see you.”

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