faster than you had intended to run, faster than you had expected - you didn’t account for the unsteady ground of the sewer, for the many rocks and rodents and gray water beneath your feet. only cared about fleeing - about getting away from him - from it. shoelaces free, shoe catching rock and it’s not long before you’ve toppled over ; knee skinned on wayward stone. sure enough it’ll leave a mark, sure that you’ll get an infection from the derry waste that ran underground here. “beverly - oh god!” it’s a throaty scream - a desperate plea for a friend that you needed more than ever in a moment of vulnerability.
scrambling, sloshing backwards in the waste, she crosses your path. despite the beating of heart in your chest - there’s a false sense of relief that greets you. false because you knew that this moment couldn’t last. knew that despite the security and support of a friend - that the monster that sought you both was still at large.
“my knee! it’s bleeding.” a hand grasps hers, pulling himself to a standing position. the sting to knee evident now with weight added to foot. a small stream of blood trickles down dirtied skin of knee. khakis stained with waste of the sewer. they are best fit for the trash now.
