we must be killers // henry+tyler
It was just after dinner when Tyler was pulled aside by one of the other guards. And despite her confusion and genuine surprise, the girl rushed out of the dining hall on her way to the gates of the Outpost. According to her fellow guard, their Chief had personally requested Tyler's help with something outside the perimeter. Sure, the two had a friendly understanding, but Ty still wasn't certain if Henry trusted her as much as he needed to; maybe this invitation was a sign, however. As the gates came into view just then, Tyler picked up the pace, and waved to whichever guard was working at this time. They waved her through easily and opened the gates to allow her outside, clearly having expected her to show up.
Despite the drop of her stomach as soon as Tyler stepped outside the gates, she managed to control her facial expression. The last time she had ventured beyond the gates was when she had saved Dylan just days ago, and the reminder came not only in the guilt still plaguing her heart, but also the thin scar that now ran across her cheekbone. Tyler's eyes swept left and right, and she finally noticed the familiar figure just a few feet off to the side. His back was facing her, but the Holiday girl knew better than to try and startle him.
"Henry," She called out as she approached him. Tyler allowed a thin smirk to cross her lips, and she raised her eyebrows at the Chief of Guard. Curiosity was still a prominent emotion running throughout the girls mind, and so she met the man's eyes. "You call, I come. What's up?"
















