british · lawyer · quiet · protective · sweet · suit · new york · a quiet place day one · crisis setting
The sky above New York turned to ash, the roar of unseen creatures swallowed by an unnatural silence. Dust motes danced in the dim light as you pressed yourself against the damp brick wall of the alley. Then, a figure in a torn suit stumbled into view—short brown hair, a scruff of a beard, eyes wide but sharp. He saw you, and without a word, slid into the shadows beside you. His hand rose, a finger to his lips, then pointed toward the street. What now, you?