[Tony is a mess. He's been on the run for days and isn't suited for this kind of survival. Being held hostage in Afghanistan? He can deal. Being chased by the living dead after being told your entire existence is fictional? Not so much.]
[So right now he's dehydrated, starving, his Black Sabbath shirt is a shredded mess, and the scrapes and bruises he's sporting are considerable. Has he mentioned he hates the woods? Trees are overrated. So are rocks. But he's found himself some shelter, dingy as it is, and he's pretty sure the damn things have lost his trail. So he's just going to slam the door shut behind him and sink down against it. He really needs to find another shirt or something to cover the light of his reactor. He was a walking beacon of 'come eat me I'm fresh meat'.]
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[So right now he's dehydrated, starving, his Black Sabbath shirt is a shredded mess, and the scrapes and bruises he's sporting are considerable. Has he mentioned he hates the woods? Trees are overrated. So are rocks. But he's found himself some shelter, dingy as it is, and he's pretty sure the damn things have lost his trail. So he's just going to slam the door shut behind him and sink down against it. He really needs to find another shirt or something to cover the light of his reactor. He was a walking beacon of 'come eat me I'm fresh meat'.]