date: august 2023 time: late afternoon location: outside the hardware store status: closed to @micahhan
James could feel it coming on, as his leg began to shake uncontrollably and his heart felt like it was beating right out of his chest. He was always a nervous, paranoid soul and the fact that the world was full of skin-eating monsters didn’t really help to calm him down. Getting high or drunk had always helped that, back before the world was falling apart. Now nothing seemed to help, except when James’ body took over and shut down.
Today was a bad day. The group was on the move, which always made James nervous because he knew that they would eventually run into more of those...things. If James was honest with himself, he had no idea how he had survived this long. He saw an opportunity to separate himself from the group, when they were all distracted doing other things. He sat himself against the building where he thought no one would be able to see him, removed the used cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it with one of the last matches he had. As he took his first puff, he heard someone--or something--approaching.