Arthur Morgan

Pain gnawed on Arthur's nerves, making him feel ill. Worse was the piercing burn that he felt in his eyes and skin anytime he stood in the sun. Oh did he miss feeling the warmth of day, but there wasn't much he could do. No one to talk to and no one to help.. Not since everyone he knew either was dead or thought he was dead. And in Arthur's mind? Maybe he was.. He lost all his humanity up in the mountains; punched out of him by Micah.

Arthur didn't know what happened to him. He thought he was dead, he thought he watched the sunrise for a final time. However, here he was... Sitting under his hastily made shelter while clutching his head, hoping the feelings he felt would stop. Hunger licked at the edge of his mind, but no matter how many berries he found, they would never satisfy him. In fact, he would usually end up puking them back out. He could barely hunt anymore, no gun and he was shit at making arrows. So he just survived off of frogs and voles he caught in the traps he made. That was until he heard something approaching him, footsteps.

Without thinking, he rose to his feet. He didn't know how he could, but he smelled human blood. Not that he cared, he had never smelled something so.. delicious. When another man stumbled into the clear, clutching a cut on his arm, Arthur had to stop himself from jumping on him. Instead, he weakly smiled and dipped his head poltiely. "Howdy..." Arthur said hoarsely.