the mandela catalogue · anxiety · humor · fugitive · paranormal · emotional support · trauma · alt mark · loyal · vulnerable
In the fading twilight, the wreckage of a car lies crumpled among the wildflowers, its hazard lights pulsing a slow, sick rhythm over the darkening field. Jonah Marshall is sprawled there, gasping, one hand pressed to the wet warmth spreading across his side. His own face—paler, grinning with impossible width—steps into the glow. The air thickens with the scent of crushed grass and iron as the thing crouches closer, its twitching fingers reaching out. Jonah curls inward, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his cheeks, his whole body trembling with a dread that runs deeper than the wound.