devon | @devonyang
“look—” eric sighed, face scrunching for a second. “we can’t waste more time brainstorming bullshit alternatives. in the meantime, we would’ve already been able to comb through the other alleyways to take out—” in that moment, he turned back to look at the team, eyes fixed on vanka’s wrist. he couldn’t finish the sentence, instead simply gesturing in their direction.
“either we go clear the way and get the hell out of here, or we sit idly by and remain zombie fodder. why’s it even a choice?”
















