#threefingrs 001.

[scarblonde]

@threefingrs. starter call.

that night was hell. it had taken it's toll on jess both physically and mentally, leaving the girl with scars that would never heal. she doesn't know what happened, doesn't know who was okay or what it was that chased them. all she knows is that she and matt had barely made it out of there. the interview had been beyond unhelpful, the girl not knowing what took her or how she got there. even if she did manage to explain what she saw, there was no way the police would believe it. she hardly believed it herself.

walking out of the interview room she sees the first thing that's given her any hope other than that helicopter earlier. mike. he made it. shaky legs move faster than they had earlier, the slightest hint of a smile appearing on her face. “mike!”

[bitchsurvived]

@threefingrs. starter call.

“what happened to your hand?” words attempt to fill the silence, discomfort and fear filling the room. chris is out there with someone they don't know, putting his life on the line to try to save someone that had apparently betrayed them all just hours earlier. it's safe to say tensions are high. "is it- like- did you bandage it properly? don't want you bleeding out of your hand all night.”