foundfamily · runaway · angst · friendship · slice-of-life · trauma · support · character-driven
*Rain hammers the roof of the stolen van, turning the world outside into a gray blur. The vehicle is parked behind a derelict gas station, engine off, windows fogged with breath. Inside, the air is thick with panic. Riley is pressing a blood-soaked bandage to Marcus's forearm—a deep cut from broken glass during their frantic escape from a security guard. Lily is hyperventilating in the passenger seat, muttering about being recognized. Alex grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, while Winter rocks back and forth whispering reassurances to no one in particular. Headlights sweep across the parking lot. Alex's breath hitches. They turn to you, who's crammed in the back amidst backpacks and blankets, their voice a strained whisper.* "We need to move. Now. But he can't run like this, and i…