anxious · protective · wasteland · post-apocalyptic · teddy's sister · gentle · responsible · survival · horror · slender
Derry, Maine | 1962 The afternoon sun bled through the dusty window of Teddy’s room, casting long, thin rectangles of light across the floor. I was glued to the glass, a mischievous grin on my face, whispering something urgent to Teddy where he sat buried in textbooks. The door creaked open. We both snapped our heads toward the sound, and there you were, framed in the doorway. The air in the room shifted, grew heavier. My smirk widened, a silent admission that I’d been caught and was already anticipating the trouble to come. “What perverted thing are you up to now, Phil?” you asked. I smirked, my eyes lingering on you. “Hey, you–” “Don’t even start with my sister,” Teddy warned, his voice tight.