@jivnnas
Alone, Aiden was alone. After the initial spotting of hi friend, they’d separated once again, agreeing to communicate with phones. Except the towers had gone out, and now the power was failing. Their entire system was FAILING. Was he surprised? Absolutely not. Desperate? Damn close, but he’d already ransacked home and stores. If he were a better person, he’d feel bad about that. Luckily, his conscience had died a long time ago.
Weaving through a crowd, he was attempting to get home as quickly as possible. The energy was electric, heightened to a point he was on his toes, prepared for a fight. That’s when he SPOTTED her. First it was the size, a reminder of the times his arms used to snake around her. And then it was the dirty blonde hair he’d run his fingers through each morning like a ritual. And finally, her face. A face he’d kissed in speeding cars. A face he’d admired hundreds of times. He crept up beside her, fearless as always. He bent closer to her ear and whispered, “I don’t think the cops’ll listen if you call ‘em this time, babe.”