lost in the grey

The pelting rain was dulling his senses, making him unable to smell or hear really anything besides the rain that seemed to never end or slow to a point he could find shelter. He was far beyond cold now, his thin body unable to produce much warmth when drenched entirely. He knew he should've stayed closer to their small group, he was stupid for meandering. They'd get angry with him for sure if he was late, but he couldn't see! Maybe they had hunkered down for the night somewhere too.

He hadn't even heard the sounds of someone approaching until he had been spoked to. His head shot straight up, eyes squinted from rain falling into his eyes. He lowered his head some, ears spreading to divert some rain. The male that spoke to him spome with a thick accent he hadn't recognized. The little amount of hope that it'd be Falcon or Jumanji vanished, but at least someone had cound him up here.

"I'm l-lost..." Shivering, his words came out in a stutter. Thunder rumbled in the distance then and Constantine whined softly.