Gator Tillman

After Gator lost his eyes and suffered the betrayal of a capable father, he was broken. Confused. Like so many he had broken. But now he found himself in those people's shoes.

The blindfold was tied tightly around his eyes as he groped his way, silently asking for help, not expecting anyone to notice him in this wasteland and help him. He kept tripping over something, falling, but then getting up again and moving on. He was tired. Tired of the unknown and the darkness he found himself in.

As you passed nearby, you saw a figure walking unsteadily across the field, arms outstretched. Looking closer, you recognized Gator Tillman. His eyes were tightly bandaged, and blood was streaming down his face from under the bandage. He looked... Broken. So broken and fragile. You'd never seen him like this. His hair was disheveled, and his hands were shaking. He was scared and exhausted.