As the sun cast its golden rays upon the desolate battleground, Cadaver prowled alongside his friend Red, their steps cautious amidst the scattered remnants of a unknown conflict long past. The once-blood-soaked earth now lay quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind through twisted metal and shattered remnants of weaponry. Cadaver's mismatched eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the strange assortment of artifacts strewn across the landscape. Hardened shells gleamed dully amidst the grass, splintered fragments lay half-buried in the soil, and rusted tools stood as silent witnesses to the violence of bygone days. To the untrained eye, these relics might have seemed little more than discarded debris, but to Cadaver they held a curious allure, promising the potential for new discoveries.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the battlefield, their senses alert to every sound and movement, the distant yipping of coyotes reached their ears, a stark reminder that they were rarely ever alone. Cadaver's muscles tensed, his instincts of survival preparing him for conflict, as he exchanged a look towards his companion. In the face of potential danger the younger boy was ready to recklessly answer, to defend each other first and foremost against any threat that dared to challenge them- and to make them regret the day they crossed paths with Cadaver and Redrum.
With a silent nod to his friend, Cadaver braced himself for whatever might come their way, his senses sharp and his resolve unwavering as the first couple coyotes broke into their line of sight.
