@shriekshocked
MAROONER’S ROCK WAS NEVER ABANDONED in the sticky heat of a sunnyside summer-- but in those first long, lazy downdrafts of september, the nights dipping into the sixties, maybe the high fifties-- suddenly it was like a ghost lake. perrie had been making the hike out to marooner’s rock and the woods around it almost daily since the start of the month, and not once had she stumbled across anybody else. it was kind of eerie, if not beautiful-- the sunlight filtering golden through the trees, here and there a bright red leaf shed early, floating on the glassy surface of the lake like drops of blood. she’d decided pretty quick that this would be the perfect meeting place-- after all, shock wasn’t the type of person you could take to some café and have coffee with. settling herself on the lip of the rock, perrie pulled her knees to her chin and slipped her phone from her bag, shooting a haphazard message to her company in question.
𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 → SHOCK: i’m here!