❛ what the fuck? what the fuck?! you saw that right? that was real? ❜
“Calm down.” Words didn’t bite, but they are stern nonetheless to ever so gently persuade Boombox to shut the fuck up and dissuade anymore arousal of NOISE.
Gavin was all tense at his side and Arcade gripped his shoulders tight, practically grinding bones into the cement and his shoulder blades into the brick wall of the absolutely pouring alley way.
Water. There was water everywhere and edging awfully close to Arcade’s feet. His exposure was one unfortunate move away. The moment rain drops found purchase on his skin or he foot made contact with the water⎯⎯⎯there would be a spark. A beacon in the dark for those who wanted people like him behind bars.
An offering. A dangling piece of meat for salivating dogs. Such an analogy was warranted, because, right across from them, in all their glory, was a long picket fences of D.U.P. with guns at their sided. D.U.P armed to their fucking teeth who just shot twelve fools rooted on their knees.
That could be them.
Move wrong and that could be them.
"I’ve become liability.” Licking his lips, he explained. Blue eyes never straying from slumped corpses. “Get out of here. We can’t escape together. I’d be electrocuting you and everyone else within my vicinity. Get out of here and don’t fucking fall. I’ll meet you between Broxx and 5th. Keep your mouth shut and go.”
SILENT HILL STARTERS | V. INFAMOUS | @addicktcop
