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
[ As the door creaked as it opened, the sound filling their quiet room. It was dark outside, and a light was burning. Nothing but a pair of stools they had to sit on, but it would be enough for tonight. Luke gave the boy a smile as he saw him tagging along, and in his hand was nothing more than two cans of ravioli with tomato sauce he found on his search for supplies. Well, it was better than beans, wasn’t it? ]
” — Hope yer’ hungry, kid.
‘s more than we had the last couple o’ days, eh? ”
[ His hand reached out, the can in his hand already cut open for Sam. The hesitant moves and painful expression on the little fellows face caught his attention immediately once noticed. ]
” — What’s wrong? “
[a footstep out, his eyes shunned his guardian, until he’d gotten closer – not too close as for the matter – where the dusky irises meet the cans that were in Luke’s grasp. a ghost of his own smile is returned and takes a seat on the stool, his gaze evading away once more.
he’d already feel the fever starting to set in his head; yet brushing it off; just professing it is like any other sickness – that wasn’t d e a d l y or could end his life right now. he feared death; he f e a r e d of turning into one of the dead. of being t r a p p e d and not able to have anymore c o n t r o l over his own physique.
frail fingers fidgets in twists – pending his eyes glance up – he’ll extend; with reluctance; dreading the moment he’d catch the glimpse of the blood stain on his sleeve, his aspects softens.
[ And Luke? He had no Idea what was coming onto him; what his baby brother would turn into, would become by tomorrow dawn. Sam assured him he was fine —- And Luke believed him blindly. Because if there was something on Sams mind, Luke would know. Because Sam would tellhim —- right? ]
[ Setting foot into the room, he noticed the little boy has vanished. Eyes looking for him— the door … It was closed. ]
” — Sam? ‘Brought sum’ food.
Hey, y’ comin’ or what? “
[he’ll discern the tears which threatens his bottom eyelids. his fist clenching and loosening with eyes regarding the blood dripping moderately, trickling down his arm on the ground beneath his feet. the r e m o r s e in his gut eats him inside – he lied to his guardian – yet he couldn’t have said it right out to him. even if they’d share certitude and allegiance.
now the teen inquires himself of what could be the most agonising question to ever think; does he tell or conceal?]
[the distinctive tone of Luke’s rang through his ears. as he brings his gaze at the door, an arm across his eyes to rub off the tears and pulls his sleeve – hiding away the bitemark that could mean the cost of his l i f e. he was never going to see his face… possibly by the next morning if he doesn’t take action.]
” — Sam, I— I’m so sorry I wasn’t ‘round I … fuck … “
[ Arms folded around the boy, this was too damn close. ]
” — ‘s gonna be okay, Sam, I promise … “
[his wails cracks his breath; this poor child was near death; because he was a l o n e – he became a facile p r e y. fear and shock strickens him; ultimately making him delicate; the impairment of his skin puncturing through his flesh. smaller limbs reinforces around his g u a r d i a n’s waist, sensing the return of the hold of someone he can trust and looked up to; being the sense of e a s e; sam was overjoyed to be back into luke’s arms – where’d he feel secure – despite of damage being done previously. his head turns to a side to let himself b r e a t h – discharging ever last bit of his anxiety and distress he’d felt – his hands firmly clenching the fabric of the other’s shirt… … where w a s luke when this happened? why wasn’t he there to prevent the t o r m e n t this unforunate little boy agonised where DEATH became an option? sam was blessed to still be alive to see his f a c e again.]
❝I – I … c–could’ve died… I was… I was gonna die!❞
