#beforewecrash01.

[warstorys]

          “ nah, it’s not deliberate. there’s quicker ways to kill than risk of infection. ” frank’s voice is a low, barbed rumble, his arms braced against a strut of the catwalk as they look down. the skull on his armoured vest is hidden under the slack of an old jacket that has probably seen a couple dozen owners before it became his recon outfit. “ y’want someone to die slow and in pain like that you go big. these assholes just don’t care. ” the sickly-sweet smell of everything, iron and pus, is cloying in frank’s nostrils, but his jaw is tight enough to look wired shut. he only opens his mouth to speak. “ — yeah. he’s all yours, kiddo. ” // @beforewecrash , from here.

[ubysm-blog]

magic moments, perry como — ernie’s very own cheerful-tune-on-a-horror-soundtrack, looping whenever his company hits a note or utters a phrase that comprises a chunk of the song. an unspecific whistle alone will do it from time to time.

         ‘ i’m sorry, ’ he says after what must be a few seconds of silence. he hesitates in anticipation of the key change. ‘ you were saying something. ’

@beforewecrash,  sc.