toxic ( for abby pls! )
always accepting memes! || @voltages
beyond the uncertainty that lied with treading unfamiliar ground, the gnawing pit in the former deputy’s stomach only served to further what he’d already been thinking: something was eerily wrong with this route. with the butt of his shotgun — he’d dubbed her “lady luck” — tucked firmly beneath his arm, shane cautiously wove his way through the thick of trees before him. his misfortune would come in the form of a single pine cone crushed underneath his boot.
a slew of whistles befell the otherwise quiet forest: hurried, anxious, and above all, determined. damned seraphites. shane darted into the mess of ferns that lined the forest floor, but he was too late. out of thin air appeared an archer: slinking behind the trunk of a tree with his weapon drawn — and with the snap of a wire, havoc descended upon shane.
he fired off a couple of retaliatory shots and sulked further into the green lush, thanking his lucky stars that the arrow had only grazed his forearm. the highway was close enough to make out through squinted-eyes, so he sought refuge there; however, his feet had barely touched the pavement when his vision doubled and head became light. an old suv was all the cover he could find before collapsing to his knees.
it strikes him then: “motherfuckin’ arrow. . .”
lady luck was not on his side tonight.
