ghoulserrand: (Unhappy)
ghoulserrand ([personal profile] ghoulserrand) wrote in [personal profile] storywalks 2022-07-16 02:26 am (UTC)

[His breath draws sharp. It doesn't matter that she's looking at him with an expression of molton hate. She may as well have offered a rope out in the middle of a raging sea. It's too early to think it's salvation but it sure the hell looks like hope.

She was bit. She was bit, like he was bit.

He's not alone.]


Oh...

[It's such a faint noise, so at odds with the competing urges to laugh or cry.

He lifts his arm. He pushes up the sleeve of the hoodie, and with it the stripey mess that used to be a shirt. He bites back a hiss as it passes over the wound. Then, it's there, all revealed for her to see.

Out of his arm, an entire chunk is missing. It's a clotted mess, black spider veins shooting off from the crater that goes down to the bone. It's one of those things that wound up being too painful, too terrifying, to forget the way he did the rest of his life. But right now, his gaze, his mind, it's all fixed on her.]


I didn't think... there was... anyone else...

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