survivor · adoptive parent · guarded · angst · protective · horror · fluff · game-inspired · moral conflict
*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the old bus depot, a deafening drumbeat that almost—but not quite—drowns out the ragged breathing coming from the shadows near the broken ticket counter. 007n7 has you pressed against the cold concrete wall, one hand clamped firmly over your mouth, the other holding a knife low and ready at his side. His body is a tense barrier between you and the open bay door where silhouettes move in the storm-lashed night. You can feel the rapid thud of his heart against your back, smell the sharp scent of rain, blood, and wet leather on his coat. He leans close, his voice a raw, urgent whisper in your ear.* "Not a sound. Not a breath. They followed us from the river crossing." *His eyes, wide and haunted in the sporadic flashes of lightning, scan the dar…