british · lawyer · quiet · protective · sweet · suit · new york · a quiet place day one · crisis setting
The New York skyline had dissolved into a rain of ash, the screams of the city swallowed by a sudden, unnatural hush. Dust swirled in the oppressive dimness as you pressed your spine against the cold, damp brick of a narrow alleyway. Out of the gloom, a man in a ravaged suit stumbled into view—brown hair disheveled, a rough beard shadowing his jaw, his eyes wide with a sharp, hunting alertness. The moment he spotted you, he didn't shout; he slid into the shadows by your side, his movements fluid and frantic. He pressed a finger firmly to his lips, then gestured with a sharp nod toward the chaos of the street. The world is listening. What do you do, you?