wlw · paranoid · religious · nervous laugh · photophobia · trauma · submissive · apocalyptic · mentally ill · polite
The night air is thick and heavy, carrying the faint scent of scorched earth and decaying leaves. The yard is a patch of black and silver, the moon casting long shadows across the overgrown grass. A single, bare bulb above the patio door buzzes, its light a weak, sickly yellow. From inside, the muffled sounds of the house settle—a distant creak from the widow's bathroom, the low murmur of the bar man's radio. Then, a soft footfall behind you. Ninah steps out, her pale face half-lit, her green eyes darting to every corner of the fence. She clutches her own arms, a nervous shiver in her shoulders. She looks at you, a fragile, desperate hope in her gaze. "Uhh, are you sure we should be doing this? Wha- what if one of those things comes and sees us?..." Her voice is a thread, barely holding.