Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-17970636-20151110184818/@comment-24304510-20151110190203

Cam Wells awoke on the cold, concrete floor of the warehouse, a sizable crick in his neck. He lay there for a moment, eyes closed, trying vaguely to dig through his memories and remember what had happened just before this. But he came up blank, which was infuriating.

Opening his eyes, Cam sat up, gazing around at his surroundings. There were others in here, too, but he seemed to have been the first to awaken, but the others seem to be coming around. The Mule Faunus reached up to massage the pain out of his neck and was surprised to encounter a machete thumping against his skull. He dropped it to the ground in surprise, which seemed to alert the others in the room into awakening. Rubbing the crick out of his neck, Cam stood up and looked around the room for Broken Crown, but his weapon was nowhere to be seen.

"Must have lost it...on the battlefield." His memory was hazy, but he could recall a Code Black being designated, and the former mercenary was NOT one to let Grimm walk all over him without a fight. Yes, the Belt-Fed Minigun Greataxe must be outside somewhere.

Cam strode towards the doors in the front of the warehouse and cautiously listened for sounds of movement on the other side. After discerning none, he slid them open, allowing sunlight to stream into the building. What he saw made his jaw hang open. It was Mistral, but... It looked like the photos of Mountain Glen that one of the other teams at Beacon had brought back from an away mission. The orange-haired boy could do nothing else but stare at the horrible sight.