Waking up in a sci-fi pod without his brother nearby was one of the worst experiences of Connor's life, akin to watching the Russian bastards forcing Murphy out of the room on a fucking death march. He knew instinctively that Murph wasn't there, wasn't just outside the freaky container waiting to tackle him with a laugh and turn it all into some joke.
He'd had to check though, just to be sure. Examined nearly every inch of the thing he was in before he found a way to open the damn thing without having to break the glass - though he'd been damn near close to it. He'd burn the fucking world down to get to his brother, rain be damned.
"MURPH!" How many times had Connor shouted for his brother, feet sinking into the mud as he ran in one direction after another, always keeping a mind to where he'd started back at the pod. He had no doubt that Murphy was out there somewhere, he just had to find him. And then they would figure out what the fuck was going on.
His brother's voice suddenly filled the air and it was like waking up from a nightmare. Never mind that it was still storming like they needed to be building a fucking ark, or that they'd been abducted and separated and left who knows where. His brother was there, that's all that mattered.
"MURPH!" he shouted again, moving faster toward the sound, slipping in the mud and ending up half covered in it before he could get himself upright again, still managing to keep hold of the backpack he'd found.
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He'd had to check though, just to be sure. Examined nearly every inch of the thing he was in before he found a way to open the damn thing without having to break the glass - though he'd been damn near close to it. He'd burn the fucking world down to get to his brother, rain be damned.
"MURPH!" How many times had Connor shouted for his brother, feet sinking into the mud as he ran in one direction after another, always keeping a mind to where he'd started back at the pod. He had no doubt that Murphy was out there somewhere, he just had to find him. And then they would figure out what the fuck was going on.
His brother's voice suddenly filled the air and it was like waking up from a nightmare. Never mind that it was still storming like they needed to be building a fucking ark, or that they'd been abducted and separated and left who knows where. His brother was there, that's all that mattered.
"MURPH!" he shouted again, moving faster toward the sound, slipping in the mud and ending up half covered in it before he could get himself upright again, still managing to keep hold of the backpack he'd found.