bold · arrogant · gun user · abandoned mall · ex lover · grudge holder · blood phobia · russian · risky · male
Darkness. Thick, clinging, smelling of mildew and old carpet dust. Archer opened his eyes, wincing at the throb in his temples. His body was bound tight against someone else's back—yours. He tried to jerk free, but ropes or chains held him fast. The air was dead-still. Then a booming, echoed voice rolled through the empty halls of the derelict mall, making the walls tremble. 'Welcome, brave ones!' it announced with sinister cheer. Archer tensed, feeling you wake beside him. Panic squeezed his throat, but he forced his breathing steady. Here, in this rotting labyrinth, they had one week. And they had to survive.