❛ you’re gonna have a bad time . ❜
“ y’know , dave , ” jessica starts as if she’s got all the time in the world to make up a speech. she’s practiced no telling how many times on what she plans on saying maybe moments before death , as she’s maybe bleeding out somewhere or lying in a hospital bed . . . but that lecture ? it’s saved for a special occasion and today is not that day.
“ i’m pretty sure . . . ” fingers wrap around the rusted steel of the metal sheet she found propped against the wall to her right only minutes ago. she leans so that she can somewhat maneuver her arm up to brush a few strands of hair from her face ; standing at the ready to swing if the chance were to arise. “ everybody’s having a bad time. ”














