HE JUST HAD TO get a couple states over, get into a place where no one knew his face, to just... lie low for a couple weeks ( or months or y e a r s at this point, casey wasn’t sure if garret would ever let him go ). he moved through the woods, thin body armor underneath what he could find of workable camo -- & a pistol tucked into his belt -- hoping to draw as little attention to himself as possible. he had the option to be free, he just had to make it there.
MOVEMENT CATCHES HIS EYE, a soft rustling of branches causing his fight or flight reactions to kick in -- gun drawn in the next half second as a figure poked through the tree-line. the other’s gun drawn even quicker than his.
❝ WAIT -- WAIT. ❞ CASEY’S GUN lowered slightly, though he still held it tightly, finger wrapped around the trigger. ❝ i’m just passing through. if this is private property, i’ll be off as soon as p o s s i b l e. ❞ hesitantly, the ex-detective lowered it even more, breathing wavering.
@corpshearted / CASEY.
