Nov 9, 2019
run. it’s all riley could think as he heard ailton’s warning call through the static of his old walkie talkie. he’d rigged it as an all-signal receiver, never a call out. legs pumped and pumped, carrying him right to a hoard of rotters. he didn’t get them all, but he fought his way through.
blood splattered red across pale skin, a stern look in his eyes as he came across another. he didn’t usually warn others, but they were alone. he barely made it out himself.
“ don’t go that way. “