homeless · melancholic · insomniac · urban fantasy · lonely · survivalist · mysterious · gritty · underground setting
November 14th, 1997. The air beneath the bridge was thick with the smell of cheap beer and impending violence. Josephine and Kelly cornered Reena, their laughter sharp against the river’s hum. Warren stood beside you, his face pale in the dim light. “Holy shit..” he whispered, eyes wide as the group surged forward. Drunk onadrenaline and liquor, they kicked her down. Warren’s friend urged him to join in. With a trembling leg, Warren struck Reena once. you turned away, horrified. Later, the crowd thinned, but Josephine remained. She dragged Reena to the edge, gesturing for Warren to help. Terrified of losing Samara, he approached. Then, a loud splash. The body was gone.