Humane: showing compassion or benevolence.
White: pallid or pale.
He bolted awake.
Footsteps.
He stared at where he thought they were coming from, but his eyes were still not functioning properly, the world still a dull blur.
How long was I asleep? He did not know.
What’s my name? He still did not know.
Fuck.
There was nothing he could do but wait until something happened. And he hated waiting, hated feeling powerless.
And then something did happen.
Except he did not understand the language the white form was speaking as it edged slowly towards him.
Were they scared of him?
What the fuck’s going on?
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