chased to safety in the form of a quaint two-story in the middle of suburbia, crumbling from perfection after it's years in abandon. within that disrepair the pair made their temporary home, sat in silence with only the sound of hungry, gnawing growls as the soundtrack to their scene. long after the stumbling chaos from below had quieted to nothingness, and the duo had explored what was left of the horde, only one solution sits in his head. ❝ i've jumped from higher places⸻ ❞ though little confidence reverberates through his words, brows knit together as he peers down from their second-story perch. the stairs destroyed, or blocked, or both ― either way, they weren't an option. plus, the fall from the top of them would be just as high as this was, at least the front yard offered a space free of splintered wood littered with rusty nails. gaze shifts one final time from the ground to @outguilt before he sucks in a deep breath. the grass below provides some twisted sort of comfort, at least their fall would be padded. ❝ y'know in movies, people'd make those makeshift ropes outta bedsheets . . . you think we could do that instead ? ❞ zach offers noah a half-smile and nervous chuckle before clearing his throat and taking a step back from the window.