IF ONLY WE KNEW (THE THINGS WE KNOW)
It’s cold and it’s dark, and the streets of Seabrook are damp with the runoff of melting snow.
It’s early in the morning, the weak rays of sunlight just barely fighting their way through the thick clouds that hang low in the sky. The grey weather, the press of the storm above and the wild whip of the wind, makes Wyatt restless, but he forces himself to walk slowly along the sidewalk, hands shoved in his pockets and head bowed against the grey light of dawn.
It’s late, for him, and he is tired – he should be home, in the den, lazing around or arguing with Willa or watching the pups playfighting – but instead he is here, in a forbidden place, trying not to stare at the strange things surrounding him.
Will would kill him if she knew he was here. Hunting, he’d told her when he’d left, just as the sun was going down. Might stay out a day. She’d accepted it on face value – and he had meant it at the time. He’d only meant to come to the edge of town, just close enough to have a look and then back out into the woods to fulfil his promise to the pups of fresh meat, but something had pulled him closer, had pulled and pulled until he was almost at the very heart of town.
This is where he sees her, in these frozen streets where he doesn’t belong. He’s walking in the vague direction of the sea, and she is headed towards the big archway behind him that reads Zombietown. They meet in the middle, so close that their arms brush as they pass.
Wyatt jumps sideways, heart leaping into his throat – he’d been so preoccupied, so distracted by the strange things all around him, that he hadn’t heard or seen or smelt her coming.
READ MORE
AO3 | FF.NET