Roadkill || Gray & Zyra
It had been a late night, her body aching and rundown from a busy night of tracking down morons. Her last had been particularly difficult, leaving Zyra with a bloodied lip and what was sure to develop into bruises by morning. Not that Zyra complained, it was thrilling really. It gave her a reason to let off a little steam..
She had decided to go on foot that day, believing the hauling would be over quick and easy. Less petrol money that way. Which is how Zyra found herself walking down her street in the middle of the night. She was only a block away, a content sigh leaving her at the thought of crawling into her bed. Too bad someone always had to ruin it.
A groan caught her attention, a body laid out on the side of the road. Curious, Zyra made her way to the form. It took a moment, but Zyra recognized the face. His name.. what was it again? "Hey, roadkill?" That would do. "You looking to get run over?"