@pyrocidal cont. from here: [x]
She didn’t say a word - it was rare for her to string together more than a short sentence these days; after all, she had not intended to survive her visit to Mount Massive...to be laying in the tall grass in the middle of the woods months after the place had burned to the ground...what could someone who didn’t know the first thing to do with them truly have to say?
She passed the fire starter her carton of cigarettes, setting them down on his stomach before retracting her arm and allowing it to lie listlessly at her side.












