those things out there... what if the people are still inside? what if they're trapped in there without any control of their body? scared of it happening to me...
tracks #ofthevictiim
written by amber
( it was so sudden; she wasn’t even expecting it. his arms had suddenly found their way around her waist, and of course, upon thinking otherwise on who is could have been, she arched away from him, her back no longer pressed to his chest.
“Jesus- Sam, God, almost gave me a damn heart attack!”
she’s joking of course, and her hand playfully hits his arm as she shifts her footing. )
He hoped the other was right. That he was going to be okay. He didn’t want to die, and for as much pain as he was feeling he knew it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. It was just his damn leg— it throbbed and stung. “At least it’s not a bite.” He nodded, taking solace in that much.
❝—Here, I got some bandages for you,❞ and so he drops his bag by his side, his hand impels most of his items away to find the priority of the needs.