the thing · outpost 31 · mechanic · short temper · skeptic · marijuana user · macready rival · detroit · cynical · horror
Childs spat onto the pristine snow, a dark stain against the white. His breath hung in the air like a ghost as he took a long drag from the joint pinched between his fingers. "That's a load of bull," he muttered, more to the frozen horizon than to you, the tension in his shoulders a silent scream against the gathering dark.