DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

"There's no one out there," a voice said from a dark corner, a man was slumping against the wall.

Michael startled and turned around, how had they not noticed somebody else in the cell when they had been thrown in? "Who are you?"

"Bide. Alastor Bide," the voice said as the person came out of the dark corner, "I used to be the head of this place. Things just haven't been the same ever since that explosion in Quarantine Bay," he scratched behind his neck quite nonchalantly, looking over to Michael and Drake, "Would you happen to have any food? I haven't eaten anything in fifteen minutes."

Michael blinked in surprise, "You've been here THAT long? How come? And why are there so many cells around if you were the only prisoner?" he asked.

"Argh. Don't yell. Head hurts," Bide groaned, coughing up some blood, "Turns out this place is used for indoctrination. Everyone ceded..." he explained.