[ Good news! Out in the streets is a guy who looks like Sam Spade got dropped into the frozen wilderness without a shaving kit. The wind is down for once, and the sound of someone gasping is surprisingly loud against the deadening blanket of snow. He raises an eyebrow in Danny's direction.
Oh. Wait. No. That's actually someone choking, fuck. Never mind wherever Charlie was walking before, because now he's crunchcrunchcrunching rapidly over and reaching for that outstretched hand. ]
suffocation
Oh. Wait. No. That's actually someone choking, fuck. Never mind wherever Charlie was walking before, because now he's crunchcrunchcrunching rapidly over and reaching for that outstretched hand. ]
Hey- what's happening? Can you talk to me?