@praesaes, daniel + lennon.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. endless, suffocating silence interrupted by pulses of electricity, sharp reminders that everyone she knows is dead. at least, that’s what she assumes, considering cell towers are down and she hasn’t seen anyone in days. still, finger hovers over the trigger as she moves quietly down the street ---- she learned the hard way to always be prepared. ( her brother’s death still plays on an endless loop in her mind, the way the orange ball of light ripped him to shreds, his screams ringing through the night a sound she’ll never forget ). back pressed to cool cement building, lennon rounds the corner, barrel of her gun first ------- only to collide with a very alive, very strong body. hands act on instinct, thumb cocking the gun and preparing to shoot. only then does she hesitate, brows furrowing as familiar gaze locks with hers. ‘ ------- daniel? ’