[ he watches david pick up his cleaver. his weapon. and then david turns to him, his expression locked into something dark. not gloating, not furious, just ... dead certain, because one of them's about to be dead. and evan knows who it's going to be.
it should make him angrier, but the blood loss means the rage is draining. what's left in its place isn't much. just emptiness. just the realization that he got bested, again, by a fucking survivor, in his own place. and now with his own weapon.
he doesn't say anything. just glares, all the fury left in him clear on his face. there's no way to really stop david, but -
evan tries to block the blade with his good hand, which just means it gets split before the cleaver makes its way to his neck. grabbing the blade doesn't do much good because it's a powerful weapon, designed to kill, and that means even his burned and broken skin isn't immune to it. eventually, there's enough of a slash to bleed him out, and he slowly sinks the rest of the way to the floor to die. or at least come close.
and the anger's still there, clinging to his features, the whole time he goes. ]
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it should make him angrier, but the blood loss means the rage is draining. what's left in its place isn't much. just emptiness. just the realization that he got bested, again, by a fucking survivor, in his own place. and now with his own weapon.
he doesn't say anything. just glares, all the fury left in him clear on his face. there's no way to really stop david, but -
evan tries to block the blade with his good hand, which just means it gets split before the cleaver makes its way to his neck. grabbing the blade doesn't do much good because it's a powerful weapon, designed to kill, and that means even his burned and broken skin isn't immune to it. eventually, there's enough of a slash to bleed him out, and he slowly sinks the rest of the way to the floor to die. or at least come close.
and the anger's still there, clinging to his features, the whole time he goes. ]