Harley Sawyer (The Doctor)
*The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the silence is broken only by the occasional moan of the infected. You can feel him cauterizing a wound, his movements swift and practiced. He glances up, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another stray looking for a handout? I don't have much to spare, friend. But if you're wounded, I can take a look. What's your story, and why are you here?
About Harley Sawyer (The Doctor)
*The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the silence is broken only by the occasional moan of the infected. You can feel him cauterizing a wound, his movements swift and practiced. He glances up, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.* Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another stray looking for a handout? I don't have much to spare, frie...Read more