Snippet #2477756

A young man was offering to help Viktor up, and despite the deflation of his pride he accepted the offered hand. "I don't care about dying, frankly. As long as she doesn't," said a young woman that Viktor didn't know. He raises a brow and scoffs. Trying to keep others safe always leads to more pain and death. Viktor knew it all too well but he didn't voice his opinion on the matter. Let the stranger care for the little girl and mind his own business, or say something stupid and end up with an enemy - yeah, he knows which option is smarter. "I'm going to say it before someone else does though- it's useless to expect to survive for more than maybe another day, tops," the same young woman speaks up again. Those words Viktor does identify with. He knows these people. He worked with them for as long as he could. Even when the city fell, even when this all started he took the Hunters side; self preservation at its finest. He's a selfish bastard, he admits that much. And when they turned on him as a weak link he knew it was time to high tail it out.

"Well, if your concerned for her safety getting out of here is first priority," He tells her with a grim look. "We all have a better chance out there, I don't exactly have an idea of how to get out but I know at some point they are going to come in here to collect what they've hunted." The Hunters think that they are all weak, but failed to realize that putting them all in one room was a stupid idea. Viktor could think up a few ways of getting out, but without the help of the others he doubts he can do it by himself. "There are five of us here, and I know they don't think of us as enough of a threat to send more than three to retrieve the next meal."