Kaleb didn't like going new places.
He preferred staying in places where he was comfortable — places where he didn't feel the need to immediately disinfect anything that he wanted to touch. Even with leather gloves on his hands, he could just imagine the germs spread by the filthy humans that dominated Stronghold. Yuck. Even in the high class joint Kaleb was currently in, he felt like everything around him was contaminated. So why did he even bother leaving his club, The River Styx, when he was so uncomfortable?
Well, his brother, Kaede, told him that he should get out sometimes. Even though Kaleb had no problem going out on the town when accompanied by his twin, it was still difficult for him to wander around by himself. He'd always been that way, even as a human, and after being turned into an Infected clearly habits were still hard to break. So he'd done it, gone out on his own to see what a rival club looked like. It was good business practice, even though he was certain there was no other club out there quite like theirs. Level V Infected still ran scared in the streets, and their place was the only one that really provided sanctuary for them — a place they could be themselves without fear.
But not here. Here, he had to act human, and he could already feel his throat growing scratchy at the smell of so much human blood around him, their heartbeats like thunder in his ears. Kaleb situated himself at the far corner of the club, where it was darker and there was less foot traffic. An untouched glass sat on the table in front of him — he'd ordered a drink for the sake of normalcy, but he wouldn't dare drink from it.
Blue eyes watched the humans dancing and partying the night away almost apathetically, no desire at all to mingle with them. Kaleb knew he was an odd sort — dressed to the nines in leather gloves and a leather coat, barely leaving any skin exposed except for his face. His curious appearance is what kept most people at bay, and he was content with that. The Infected had already decided he'd stay for another half hour before he'd bail and head back to his club. Just long enough that he could be satisfied with getting out and about. Letting out a sigh, leather-covered fingers began to drum a small beat on the table along with the music, his eyes closing for a moment to try and help himself relax.
Posted 08-08-2021, 07:33 PM
Reaching New Heights
