green eyes follow the man with the rifle strapped around his shoulder. he’s escorting a woman inside the same room as her, which, if we’re being truthful, definitely not the brightest decision. she’s lethal on her own, but with someone else? fatal. -- especially since this girl looks like she’s been through hell and back, she feels like there’s a bridge that could be built between them. what will unify them would most likely be their will for survival, their need to escape.
alicia is bound by her ankles and wrists by a painfully fibrous rope that is now causing burns on her wrists from her attempts to get loose. her squirming settles once the man steps in, and she waits for him to leave after he’s thrown down this stranger to the floor on the opposite side of the room. ❝ -- was it the bag of supplies? ❞ that’s how they got her. when she opened the bag that was on clear display in an old pharmacy, it was already too late ; just before it could click that it was a trap, she had a gun to her head. they blindfolded her when they were bringing her to her current location, and judging by the smell they must be by an ocean. ( a boat, actually. ) their motive is still unclear, but she isn’t wasting too much energy on thinking it up ; she’d rather figure out how to get out. ❝ -- i’m alicia. ❞
❀ // sc for @interstellalips .
