[Are they working? Seb turns his head a little--as much as the bent metal will let him, in his powerless state--and performs the robotic equivalent of squinting. He has partial vision: he can see shapes and lines and movement, but either his focus has been knocked out or connections from his camera to his brain are just not working well enough to process the visual information.
He tries for a moment to make sense of what he's seeing. A small shape nearby resolves into his missing ear. There's the box of medicine he was carrying, jostled but still intact. Moving shapes. Zombies, indifferent now that he's no longer running. Something swaying at the edge of sight. A building? The place where the others are.
He'd almost made it.
He takes a picture, lowest quality so it will transfer fastest, and sends it to Dirk.]
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[Are they working? Seb turns his head a little--as much as the bent metal will let him, in his powerless state--and performs the robotic equivalent of squinting. He has partial vision: he can see shapes and lines and movement, but either his focus has been knocked out or connections from his camera to his brain are just not working well enough to process the visual information.
He tries for a moment to make sense of what he's seeing. A small shape nearby resolves into his missing ear. There's the box of medicine he was carrying, jostled but still intact. Moving shapes. Zombies, indifferent now that he's no longer running. Something swaying at the edge of sight. A building? The place where the others are.
He'd almost made it.
He takes a picture, lowest quality so it will transfer fastest, and sends it to Dirk.]