[Where is he? When is he? John has no idea anymore. They'd been trying to get out. Get out. But he's here now. Where is here? It's hot. It's burning. His flesh bubbles with the heat. His mind is on fire and his vision is blurred. There's something getting in the way as he tries to go for one of the ladders in the tunnel. If he can just get out, he'll bury himself in the snow. He'll be better. He'll be colder. Everything is too hot.
His hands reach out for her. And reach. They reach too far. The flesh on John's arms is half-melted and his hands are grasping claws with bone peeking out. Maybe he'll take her with him. He needs to be close to someone. Anyone.]
Can't play. Need to get out of here... Harley?
[It's the giggle. He thinks he recognizes the giggle.
cw: burns, blistering/melted skin, delirium, limbs that are too long
His hands reach out for her. And reach. They reach too far. The flesh on John's arms is half-melted and his hands are grasping claws with bone peeking out. Maybe he'll take her with him. He needs to be close to someone. Anyone.]
Can't play. Need to get out of here... Harley?
[It's the giggle. He thinks he recognizes the giggle.