( teresatheimmune )
Teresa is exhausted. She has been for a while but she knows she can’t stop. They have a strict plan and a single distraction can mean they won’t get to intercept her old group. One single mistake can mean Thomas will get killed.
She is caught by surprise by a whisper and her hand imediately grips her knife, taking it out of her belt in a quick, swift movement, and imediately pointing it at the stranger. It was a boy around her age but she had never seen him before. Was he a crank? Was he some new task they were supposed to overcome?
he instinctually jumps backwards once he catches the knife in the corner of his eye, throwing up dirty hands in defense. eli tilts his head to the side and surveys her; she was the same age as him & didn't show any signs of the flare which came as a shock to him, he hadn't seen a healthy person in months. all around him were the sick & dying and here this mysterious girl stood, among others, perfectly fine.
❛ hey, whoa! ❜
his eyes didn't leave the knife aimed at him, wary of her movements now. he thought to himself that calling attention to himself may have been a bad idea but then shrugged it off. he meant no harm & was only curious but then again: curiosity killed the cat.
❛ i'm not gonna hurt you. ❜