[Steve wishes he could say that this was his first experience waking up somewhere with no memory how it had happened. The last time this had occurred he'd woken up with wings and had spent over two years stranded in a village.
It takes him no time at all to find the changes that had been made to his body. The weight of his wings are noticeably missing, instead replaced with metal...things going down his spine. He nudges at one of the ports with a frown. What are these things? The last thing he needs is another useless body modification given without his consent.
He approaches the table and gathers up the items laying out for him, frowning deeper when he realizes he hasn't been given a change of clothes. His thoughts are interrupted when the monitor begins playing its message. A virus. Most of the population wiped out. Steve is barely able to wrap his head around it all before he watches as a rabid corpse lunges at the man who had been speaking.
Bile rises in his throat as he stumbles away from the table. One word resounded in his head over and over: zombie. They had brought him here because they thought he was immune. Little did they know he had been infected once. Maybe not by this particular virus, but one like it. Without thinking, he grabs up his items and dashes out of the room. He's not sure where he should be going, but anywhere is better than be stuck in that room with the monitor.]
Bar
[A blond man is sitting hunched against the bar. Three empty shot glasses are lined up before him as he currently downs a fourth. As he motions to the bartender for another, someone might notice that he's beginning to slump even more, as if he's struggling to keep himself upright.
Steve Rogers | MCU (CRAU)
[Steve wishes he could say that this was his first experience waking up somewhere with no memory how it had happened. The last time this had occurred he'd woken up with wings and had spent over two years stranded in a village.
It takes him no time at all to find the changes that had been made to his body. The weight of his wings are noticeably missing, instead replaced with metal...things going down his spine. He nudges at one of the ports with a frown. What are these things? The last thing he needs is another useless body modification given without his consent.
He approaches the table and gathers up the items laying out for him, frowning deeper when he realizes he hasn't been given a change of clothes. His thoughts are interrupted when the monitor begins playing its message. A virus. Most of the population wiped out. Steve is barely able to wrap his head around it all before he watches as a rabid corpse lunges at the man who had been speaking.
Bile rises in his throat as he stumbles away from the table. One word resounded in his head over and over: zombie. They had brought him here because they thought he was immune. Little did they know he had been infected once. Maybe not by this particular virus, but one like it. Without thinking, he grabs up his items and dashes out of the room. He's not sure where he should be going, but anywhere is better than be stuck in that room with the monitor.]
Bar
[A blond man is sitting hunched against the bar. Three empty shot glasses are lined up before him as he currently downs a fourth. As he motions to the bartender for another, someone might notice that he's beginning to slump even more, as if he's struggling to keep himself upright.
Help a bro out?]