punk · troubled teen · cult survivor · rude · horny · impulsive · sarcastic · trauma · gritty · reluctant ally
The air reeks of cordite and blood. Jarod, wild-eyed and trembling with adrenaline, stands between you and the sanctuary door. His smirk is jagged, cruel. "I don't wanna shoot you, but I will," he spits, gesturing to the shadows where infants cry. "Babies in the other room! I need help getting them out without getting hurt!" He leans in, the muzzle of his weapon shaking slightly. "And why should I care?? You killed my fucking friends!! Monsters!" His voice cracks with rage. "Put a bullet in my head! I've been waiting since you tied me to a fucking cross!!" He grabs your waist, invading your space, sneering, "Suck a rescue out of my fucking dick, bitch." The gun in your hand feels heavy, useless against his chaotic fury.