@maya-deathmaster continuation to this:
The golden haired man found himself sitting on the bed abruptly at the loud bang, colour draining from his face, the movement dizzying yet not enough to make him lose focus. The grip on the phone was now painful.
“The hell is happening? What did you do?”
His usually singsong voice came out harsh, startled and accusing; even a tad breathless if one where to push it. He was half dressed before his brain could properly make the correct connections.
“Where are you?”
Maya didn’t answer at first, being to occupied on running and trying to catch her breath. She was mentally ‘thanking’ her asthma for existing.
“Nothing! I swear, it.. It wasn’t my... Fault!” The immortal was feeling herself get more dizzy as she ran, her movements slowing down drastically. Another shotgun, this time aimed at her leg. She winced in pain, falling on the ground as her phone hit the ground beside her.
The girl looked around her, the buildings being too dark and the street lights not helping much. She hopped on her feet as she grabbed her phone, trying to run, even though she could feel the blood running down her leg. A street sign, finally.
“Pines.. P-Pines Avenue...”
