[ John managed to shake his head despite the coughing fit. After a few minutes it eased, leaving him panting and wheezing. He finally pulled his hand back. Blood and... well, he didn't really want to entertain the idea that what was in his hand probably belonged in his lung. Shit. He sighed and flicked his hand to the side, sending the piece of whatever it was onto the ground.
One long last sigh and he leaned back on his ankles. ]
Ah... fuck.
It told me that whatever is out in that blood Fog? We can't communicate with it -- or it doesn't want to be communicated with.
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One long last sigh and he leaned back on his ankles. ]
Ah... fuck.
It told me that whatever is out in that blood Fog? We can't communicate with it -- or it doesn't want to be communicated with.