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hrtached \ christa marsh .
@hallowburnt ♡ for blake .
she’d been in the same spot seemingly all morning , nestled in to her small desk , knees up to her chest as she scratched line after line into her sketch pad . failures evident in the crumpled up pieces of paper that littered the floor around the legs of her chair , each with nowhere near finished drawings and designs that she’d given up on . ❝ hey , blake , can you come take a look at this ? ❞ called out to the brunette in the next room over as she drops her pencil onto the table in frustration . eyes strained from staring at the page for so long shut tight for a moment , and even when christa looks away she can see the remnants of lines etched into the sky . her arms cross over her chest , tapping over and over again on her bicep as she stared contemplatively at the paper in front of her . current piece something she’d been working at for what must have been an hour , lines erased and re - drawn , christa had stopped herself from completely scribbling it out at least a handful of times . ❝ i’ve been staring at it for so long it looks horrible . i think something’s missing , i just don’t know what . ❞ talking more to herself at this point , with her lips pursed outwards , pencil lifted from it’s spot before she begins to chew on the end of it . ❝ i’m this close to ripping it up and calling it quits . i need your expertise —- please . ❞ practically begging at this point , christa’s back bends over her chair , head tilted upside down with eyes on the ceiling .
tired fingers rub at her temples, lost in thoughts as she stares at the blue light of a computer screen. christa’s voice a welcome respite, the brunette glances over to see her best friend practically buried in piles of crumpled up paper with discarded drawings all over. “ my expertise? what expertise, chris? when it comes to the two of us, you’re about a hundred times more talented then i’m ever gonna be. ” job that they both loved had them burnt out, and they had to be blind not to see it. “ i think what you need ––– what we need, is a break. i can hardly remember what the outside world looks like or if there is even anything outside of this office? if you don’t want to do it for yourself, then do it for me. please, cause i think i’ll die of boredom if i stare at this screen and four windowless walls for another second. ” she grabs friend’s notebook from her grasp, slamming it shut before she can protest the suggestion. “ what d’you say? you and i ––– lunch, drinks, maybe a walk through central park? some shopping therapy if we really want to go all out. ” in reality, request was more of a demand. “ we could come back with brand new inspiration and you’ll make the best fashion line the world has ever seen. ”
endfght \ connor roth .
𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, phrase the truth hurts couldn’t be more true in this case . it was sad for him to watch her grow such a dependency on a seemingly archaic crutch, and the best way he’d deemed possible to make her stop was to cut the bull and tell her how he’d felt . not that he hadn’t in the past, perhaps blunt words was the evil necessary to get her help, to urge her to stop . ❛ i do mean it, ❜ words stronger than before, he finally looks up at her with a sigh . before he can even react she’s sitting up, the bottle falling from her hands to the ground in what felt like slow motion . before long, crimson stains his arm and his brows knit together tightly . ❛ i know that you think it helps you or whatever, but it’s not okay . and i don’t like keeping secrets from mom and dad, you know that . ❜ connor chews on the inside of his cheek before reaching out to grab a stray piece of cloth on the dresser beside her bed, carefully works it to a strip as he pulls her hand from his arm . pressure put on the cut along her palm, fabric wrapped around it tightly to stop the bleeding . ❛ i’m not bein’ mean, i’m just trying to help you . ❜ hand held on to even after he’d tucked the end of the wrap into the rest of the fabric, eyes focused on the red blotch subtly growing through what he had covered . another sigh, connor worries if the cut had gone deeper than he’d realized . ❛ you didn’t do anything, ❜ then he stands, knee pushed into the bed for support as he urges her to lay back down . ❛ just go to sleep, hannah . i’ll clean up the glass . ❜
“ screw you, connor. ” rarely was hannah one to get angry, and in truth ––– she was not even now. though it was easy to confuse her hurt as such. she pulls bleeding hand from his grasp, shaking her head. “ that’s what i was doing before you just had to go and act like a jerk. i mean, what did you expect after you called me sad and pathetic? you act like you know everything, but you don’t know bull crap. so just ––– stop. i didn’t want your help then and i definitely don’t want it now. ” palm of her hand now stained red with blood, familiar sting of cut flesh begins to set in. she stands from her bed, slightly unsteady on her own two feet. uninjured hand grips the wall for support to not fall and make any more noise that might wake their parents. “ go ahead, clean up the glass. i’m going to the kitchen to clean my stupid cut and get a glass of water. ”
scowl on her face as she turns her back to older brother, she returns moments later to her brother still cleaning bits of broken glass with broom and dust pan. she sighs, maneuvering her way around what was left on the floor. had she anywhere else to go, she would not have returned to the room she shared with her brother to avoid any more confrontation. as it was though, it was still dark outside. far too dangerous in normal circumstances to venture out into alaskan night alone, but even more so in her drunken stupor. “ y’know, just ––– don’t. don’t try to help me, con. cause i don’’t need it. i was just fine before you had to go and say what you said. y’coulda just kept your mouth shut and everything would have been fine. ”

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endfght \ peter rumancek .
❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 ? ❜ suggestion nonchalant, idea implanted by none other than lynda rumancek herself, knowing that time on the open road almost always clearing peter’s mind of next to everything . so long since the death of letha and still he was so stuck, in a rut, in the same place, just stuck . if he hadn’t known better, he’d think lynda was just trying to get him and christina alone . possible set up aside, though he’d be more than happy to go alone, it wouldn’t hurt to have some company . eyes roll to himself, an exaggerated blink, head shaking lightly back and forth before looking at christina, head tilted to the side . ❛ not for long, maybe just a week or two . have you ever even left hemlock grove ? ❜ shoulders shrug with the thought, one brow raising in her direction . ❛ we can go wherever you want . ❜
eyes narrow in confusion to seemingly random suggestion, lips pressed together into a tight smile. wasn’t sure she had heard him right at first, though it was not long before he continued on. the whole idea made little sense to christina, and why he would want to go on a road trip with her made even less. still, christina was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so she agreed to impromptu road trip with a tentative “ yeah, sure. ” hands fold together in her lap, staring out the window of the trailer at wooded forest that kept them hidden from the public eye. she sighs in response to the next question, shrugging her shoulders. “ i guess, yeah. technically, i’ve left hemlock grove but have i left pennsylvania? nah. ” for some reason, the whole idea of a trip was suddenly seeming more stressful than fun to her. the idea of deciding where they went a lot for a girl who had never been out of her home state and barely out of her home town. “ i dunno. i guess washington, dc isn’t far. we won’t have to be in the car for more than three hours. they have good museums there. ”
hrtached \ shane gavin .
her lack of enthusiasm was both noted and expected , though subliminally he was hoping that time and patience would turn her frown upside down . shane had gone into this trip with an open mind , ready to do what it takes to get hannah back on the right track . fully aware of the possibility that this may not work , that she could sit in complete silence for the entire time that they were gone , that they could return home and she’d be ten times worse . more than aware of the array of outcomes that this situation had , only partially prepared to deal with them . after the last nail had been painstakingly set into the frozen ground , shane straightens his back and uses the time so search through one of his bags for a water bottle , a few large sips taken before he begins moving all of their things inside the tent . ❝ thanks , kid . ❞ head nods in hannah’s direction as he finally exits their home for the next however many days , fire already beginning to blaze just under her hands . steps closer for warmth , though the action of setting up their sleeping arrangements had caused beads of sweat to form on the crease of his brow . not too much thought put in to what they’d be doing next , days planned out ahead of time consisted mostly of hiking and hunting and fishing : any task that would aide in keeping hannah’s mind occupied . ❝ no way you got your fire buildin’ skills from your dad . swear that man would light himself on fire if y’gave him the chance to . ❞ fingers rubbed over one another before shane shoves them into his pockets , head tilting towards her with a single brow raised .
❝ yeah , but way back when y’didn’t have your cool uncle shane lookin’ out for ya . ‘m not gonna let anythin’ happen to ya , your dad already threatened to kill me if i did . ❞ spoken with a small smile ; shane’s attempt to bring levity to the memory , remembers like it was yesterday how horrified everyone had been , the five long days that it took to find them seeming like they never would . it had been an absolute tear fest that ensued when mike and shane walked into the cabin with a child each , no worse for wear but alive , and at the time , that was all that mattered . none of them had thought too far long - term , hadn’t even considered the lasting mental effects . there had been concern that the two would never go outside again , and for a time that was true . gaze pulls from the fire in front of him down to hannah at his side , bends his knees so that they were eye level before speaking again , this time more serious than the last . ❝ what happened t’you and con was a once in a lifetime kinda thing . you were so small , y’didn’t know how to protect yourselves . i promise you nothin’ like that’s gonna happen on this trip . ❞ lips purse , then , and he swallows a lump growing in his throat . the truth if he’d ever spoken it , he’d risk his life if it meant keeping her safe . ❝ trust me , by the time this is all over , you’ll be beggin’ me t’take you back out here . ❞ a smirk as he stands back upright , his voice raised as if to mimic her own . ❝ uncle shane , like , pretty please take me camping again ! i had so much fun with you last time . ❞
a small chuckle passes through her mouth, moment of levity short lived. it’s only seconds later that the glimpse of a smile fades from her face, remembering why she’s out with him in the first place bringing the whole mood down. she folds in to herself, sat by the fire on her backpack with arms wrapped around herself and knees drawn into her chest. closed off, safe, protected. the wind howls around them, chill in the air sending shivers down her spine. ears are red, the heat from the fire making uncovered flesh sting. feeling she was all too familiar with, though to a much lesser degree now. that was how it had all begun. skin raw and pink, turned red and then grey and eventually black until nothing was left except dead rotting flesh still attached to her hand. felt nothing by the time she was found by her father and the very man that sat beside her now. six year old girl in and out of consciousness then, with infected cut that spanned the entire length of her back and black digits that would soon be missing held in her father’s arms. it’d been eleven years, but she could still remember the day as if it was yesterday. the fear that had coursed through her veins had stuck with her even now. fear controlled her. it was fear that had led her down such a bad path, with a habit that she did not want to give up no matter who asked her to. no matter the things her brother said to her that landed her in tears, or with cuts on the palm of her hand. in her years on earth, one thing she knew for sure now was that fear was more powerful than love.
she chews on the inside of her cheek until it’s raw, and the taste of blood fills her mouth. “ you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. ” words are mumbled, quietly enough that he ( hopefully ) won’t hear them. desperate to change the subject, generally in a moment like this ––– she would retreat to the privacy of her bedroom and hide. wasn’t possible out here though, with snow and open land surrounding the both of them. alaska was little more than a vast nothingness that went on for miles, but vast nothingness was her home. nothingness was all hannah had ever known and would ever know. what if scenarios ran through her mind, a mile a minute. questions she wanted to vocalize out loud, but did not dare. what if something happens to you? what if you get bitten by one of the dead ones? lower lip trembles even at the thought, and she does her best to hide her fear. face tucked into her knees, hidden from view. she waits there, breathing into the denim of the jeans she wears until she gains composure of herself. despite it being morning, she craves a sip of alcohol she’d left behind at the house more than usual. the stress of the topic at hand activating fight or flight instinct, or in hannah’s case ––– drink. wanted nothing more than the familiar burn down her throat that signified safety in her mind, and the comfortable numbness that followed not long after. “ whatever ya’ say, uncle shane. did you bring anything for us to eat or is this one of those ––– ” she lowers her voice a few octaves in attempt to sound like a man. “ we’re gonna work for everything we have. we’re gonna hunt for our own food and drink. ” clearing her throat after she cannot take speaking like that for another second longer, brown eyes look up at him for the first time the whole trip so far. “ cause i think i’d rather just drop dead. ”
this holy ground burns my feet .
endfght \ michael roth .
𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, loud enough to hear, though not enough to startle anyone . thought about waiting for a response, but after a seconds worth of silence his hand reaches for the handle and pushes it open, stepping inside silently . sought her out for a specific purpose, to finally pull her from her room and get her moving . ❛ hey, han ? ❜ leaves the door open just barely behind him, mike crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser across from her bed . ❛ you wanna help me with a special project ? ❜ consisting of cleaning out the basement, but he’d tell her that much when they got to it . head tilts to the side, one brow raised as he thinks of a reason for her to want to help in the first place . ❛ might be some pretty cool stuff down there . ❜
caught with her nose in a book, she doesn’t hear the knock. completely unaware of his presence. it’s the creak of her bedroom door that alerts her, followed by the sound of his voice. a reluctant ‘ hey, han? ’ spoken aloud. she slams book shut, setting it aside. sitting with legs crossed, she chews on the inside of her cheek while pretending to weigh her options. connor was out for a good few hours, looking for food with caitlin, shane and nicole. she had been the only one to stay behind with the exception of michael, who she was sure had been tasked with watching her to make sure she stayed safe. with a shrug of her shoulders, she stands. “ eh, sure. it’s gotta be more fun than reading. i’ve read that book at least five times over. maybe i’ll find a new one. ”
endfght \ luke crain .
𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 . easier than facing the reality of their lives, of their pasts . he wishes he could forget, and he’d found a way to, however frowned upon that form of escapism may be . however short those reprieves were, the silence that filled his head was welcome in comparison to the static that he constantly heard otherwise . with the plunge of a syringe comes a curtain around luke’s head, completely shutting out the world around him . cigarette box lifted from beside him, one pulled out between his lips as eyes gaze around for his lighter . once found he holds it to the end of the stick hanging from the corner of his mouth, inhaling deeply the first pull of nicotine . he could fall asleep right then and there, head indented into a plush pillow, let the embers from the cigarette between his fingers fall to the carpet and set the whole place ablaze . maybe then the memories would end . finally he exhales, body turned to lean halfway out the window next to his bed, jaw set as he takes another puff . fingers push into his eye sockets, jaw opening and closing in attempt to urge away an invisible ache .
𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 . for a moment his forehead rests against his arm, sat on top of that very same windowsill, eyes closed as he fell quickly into a void of black nothingness . body slowly rolls to the side, bed seemed ten miles away until luke’s melted into the plushness of his mattress, the two things become one . the knock on his door pulls him back to reality, keeps him tethered to the ground as eyes lazily make their way to the door, locked, so far away on the opposite side of the room . ❛ i’m okay, nellie . ❜ his voice is low and sing - songy, and though he’s not even sure nell will be able to hear him, but he makes no attempt to speak louder . nor does he move, save for the hand that helplessly raises from his chest and grabs the air in front of him . he feels better, he feels good, but her words of worry strike something into him, when nell mentions the bent - neck lady, luke’s breathing picks up, shoulders heaving with each panicked intake of oxygen . ❛ i’m – not, i just— ❜
the smell of cigarette smoke travels underneath the door to the hallway, and nose wrinkles in disgust. she sighs, head leaned against the door. once vibrant white, more of an off white now. faded with time and age. fingers trace her name in the carpet, which hadn’t been vacuumed in months if not years. it’d always been the two of them, but all had changed. still her twin and still the most important person in her life, but now a locked door stood between the two. in both the literal and metaphorical sense of things. would leave now if she could, but limbs feel heavy ––– weighed down with fear. her body aches, and she feels all that he does not in the moment. “ i know what you are, luke. ” her senses not dulled as his had been by drug he injected into his bloodstream. she chews on the inside of her cheek until it’s raw, eyes focused on up the ceiling above. can tell he’s still awake, if one could call it that. awake but numb to the world around him. nell often wondered what it felt like on his side of things. did he still feel her the way that she felt him? curiosities she never inquired to when morning came.
her hands shake, along with the rest of her. frigid in the lonely halls of his apartment. she wraps her coat tighter around herself, closest thing she had to a blanket. she’s laid down outside the door to his bedroom. even with luke on the other side of the door, she’s never felt further from him ––– from anyone. arthur was gone, luke had his own problems and the last thing she wanted was to make him worry. can hear his panicked breaths from the other side, and her own anxiety spikes as she fights the guilt that fills her insides knowing she’s responsible. “ it’s okay. ” a lie told out of necessity. one that would hopefully work to calm his nerves. can only hope that his senses are dulled enough that he’ll let her lie pass without much protest on his part. “ i mean ––– i am. i’m okay, luke. it’s getting really late. you should go to bed. we both should. we need to get some sleep. ”

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hrtached \ bradford montgomery .
by now he’d become accustomed to her oceanic wave - like mood swings , with the coming and going of happiness and anger , eventually coming crashing down all at once . he knows how much easier it would be to walk away , to find a life with much less struggle and heartbreak , but he also knows that it wouldn’t be worth it . that whatever else he could possibly find could not at all compare to what he had with dani . ❝ it’s fine , ❞ soft , barely audible , brad doesn’t stop his fingers from lightly brushing over her’s on the back of her head . though he doesn’t feel it , he’s aware of her fingertips brushing over the rough scar left by a rusted hammer , and instantly he wishes more than anything that he could take it away : her scar , her pain , all of the damage that had been done . ❝ it’s not weird , it makes sense . what happened — it messed you up , jumbled things up . . . doctors said it could be some time before things got back to normal . ❞ if they ever did at all .
he can’t stop the sigh that comes from his lips at her words , at the beginning of her explanation . brad wishes that he could better understand her frustrations , that he knew of a better way to take care of her , to get her the help that she needed to even begin to get back to the person that she once was . but he’s also more than aware of the unlikelihood of that actually happening , he does what he can to keep hops alive that maybe by some miracle something would happen , that a treatment or a pill or something would take back some of the trauma that had been bestowed upon her . he squeezes her fingers once , gently , to get her attention on his eyes . ❝ then talk . even if you think your rambling about absolute nonsense , talk to me , okay ? i’m here to listen to you , to everything that you have to say . if you’re angry ? fine , good , you deserve to be , we both do , ❞ he pauses , taking a deep breath in through his nose . ❝ yell at me , scream about how mad you are , about what happened to us , about those fuckers . you don’t have to hold anything in , dani , y’gotta know that . ❞ gaze falls down , words stop as he does his best to gather his thoughts , teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek until it was raw . ❝ i don’t know what better looks like , but i’m not , dani , ❞ kneels down in front of her , one hand moved to the side of her face , eyes looking into hers , wide , telling her everything that she’d needed to know : that he was telling the truth . ❝ hey , i’m not goin’ anywhere , okay ? you’re gonna be stuck with me until we’re both old ‘n gray . you can be this entire ball of mad angry anger and i’ll still be here , whether you want me to be or not . ❞
“ it’s not fine. ” words are mumbled in response, thumbs twirling one over the other. “ it’s not fair. ” defeated sigh escapes, and she instinctively pulls away when fingers brush gently over the scar on the back of her head. hazel eyes glance upward, meeting his just as he wants. “ i want you to know that when i do yell at you, when i do stupid shit like smash a mug of hot cocoa on the wall, it’s not about you. and i do wanna talk, but i ––– it ain’t just about me, brad. i know you wanna take care of me and fix everything. i love that ya’ do but ––– ” fingers lace with his and pull him up to her level. wordlessly turns him with some difficulty so he’s not facing her. she tugs at the t-shirt he wears, tossing it on nearby couch once she finally manages to get it off in it’s entirety. “ y’say all the right things, but i don’t think you mean them. you do but you don’t ––– and i ain’t talking about you saying that we’re gonna grow old and gray together and all that. ” fingers trace gently over the scars on his back, left by his own injuries at the hands of the hewitt family.
“ but y’know, you say it’s okay for me to be this big angry ball of anger and stuff, but this is the first time since we talked about it that you admit you were there too. i don’t wanna just be angry alone. i don’t wanna yell and smash things, and be so angry while you just suffer in silence cause you think it’s the right thing to do. i love you, and i know you’re angry too. y’gotta be, so i guess what i’m trying to say here ––– is i wanna be big mad angry balls of anger together forever. ” emphasis on together, or maybe forever. maybe both. she steps back from him, giving him space to turn around. “ if y’make everything about me all the time, if you don’t do the work that you need to do to get okay with this shit on your own terms, forever is gonna be a hell of a lot shorter than i think either of us hoped that it ever would be. ” voice travels in distance while she speaks, headed across the room to the couch where his shirt had landed. she balls up the wrinkled fabric in her hand, a glimpse of a soft smile on her face. instantly recognizes it as one of his old baseball tees, one she had seen him wear hundreds if not thousands of times. shirt brought back memories of a simpler time, when the biggest problem they had was that dani was too blinded by her teenage love for eric to see that brad had been there all along. “ you can turn around now, i mean ––– if ya’ want to. ”
wishbonelimbs \ riley nichols .
straying from the pack after spotting a rare blooming flower isn’t smart , but she hasn’t seen one in so long it prompts a gasp . riley hates to pluck it , be selfish and end it’s life to keep for herself but does anyway , cupping it with love until she’s interrupted by the sight of an injured female . breaking the rules , riley tip - toes her way over , empathy in her eyes as she struggles with what to do . ❛ let m-me .. help – i .. where are you um .. hurt ? ❜ riley barely manages with her constant nerves .
survival was what you chose to make of it. for a long time, alicia had towed the line between good or bad. if such a thing even existed in the post apocalyptic world they lived in. it was every man and woman for themselves and you had to take what you could get, however you could get it. the world was not a kind place in alicia’s experience, and people would take from you if you let them. she feels a pang of guilt, watching from her place in the middle of the road as girl wanders off toward bright flower in the middle of barren wasteland only to be distracted by alicia faking injury. it reminds alicia of something her mother would have done once upon a time. cannot help but to recall the story nick had told after madison passed. wherever i go, i try to look for something good. she chews on the inside of her lip as young woman approaches, wishes it could have been anyone but her but desperate times call for desperate measures. knife is unsheathed as alicia stands, holding it to the throat of of pale skinned young woman. “ don’t be stupid, don’t try anything and we’ll both get out of this alive. you have food? ”
ability to pull people into dreams had been proven to be both a blessing and a curse. more so the latter this time around when unsuspecting victim had been someone who was practically a stranger. no name to put to the face of the man she’d seen at the grocery store earlier in the day when buying cigarettes. only remembered thinking that he had been cute before going about her day like any other. mentally, she kicks herself in the shins for bringing the shaggy haired blonde into a fight that was not his own. a fight with a man that had knives for fingers and a grotesquely burned face. still wasn’t sure how to control the gift she had been given, nor was she sure she ever would be. for the most part, it seemed like even the simple thought of someone was enough to bring them into her nightmares. not a topic that could be broached upon with ease, kristen wasn’t sure what to say in this situation. some variation of ‘ hey, sorry for bringing you into my shit show of a nightmare, it’s only because i thought you were ––– cute. ‘
boiler room she had grown so familiar with was suspiciously freddy free for the moment, but not for long. with a heavy sigh, kristen looks up at the confused blonde that stood in front of her. “ we don’t have a lot of time here. ” if only she could wake up and save both their lives. “ we’re in my dream, but we’re not here alone. there’s this guy, freddy and he wants to kill me for what my parents and their friends did to him. if you die in here, then you’re dead in the real world too. we just need to find some way to ––– ” eyes open wide as she stares behind his shoulder, flames shooting up beside dean. sure sign that freddy was near, and they had only seconds to spare. she grabs his hand, quickly pulling him away from flame that had been about to envelop him. she’s out of breath by the time she stops running, palms resting on her kneecaps. “ i’m sorry, i didn’t ––– i don’t know why you’re here but if i wake up, then he can’t get to us when we’re awake. ”
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rather than words , eric simply lets out a huff of breath through his nose in response to her retort . anger that had been dissipating quickly back in the form of an eye roll , hands rested on his hips as he chewed the dead skin off of his lower lip . finally , a grunt , his jaw clenched tight , head tilting back in reluctance to give up pulled another sigh from his lungs . he knows that he can’t put the full blame on her ( or any of it , if he thought hard enough . it’s not like she went out and broke the pumps herself ) , but the stubbornness inside of eric hill – and the lack of anyone else around to blame – gives him no other option . ❝ should put a fuckin’ sign up or somethin’ . ❞ words muttered under his breath as he takes a step closer to the counter , palms pressed into it as he takes another deep breath in . eyelids fall closed momentarily , chin turning down with his gaze on the ground while he thought . he could wait a night , could wait a week and it wouldn’t matter at all . his anger comes more from not being able to do anything than the actual pumps being broken , and promise of someone coming to repair them at dawn settled something uneasy in his stomach . head raised , eyes squinted at her name tag : mary . ❝ ’kay , mary . ❞ eric pushes himself away from the counter , takes one step back before nodding his head . while it wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept in his truck , after a week up upright slumber he’d take even a concrete slab over his driver’s seat in a heartbeat . keys jingle as he pulls them from his pocket , his other hand moving to shove folded hat into his back pocket . ❝ spent enough time in that truck . i probably would’a ended up stoppin’ there , anyways , y’don’t gotta pay . ride t’the place should be enough . ❞
easy to hear whispered words in the otherwise dead silence that surrounds to them. she scowls, her own retort to his attitude muttered underneath her own breath. “ if y’want a damn sign so bad, go ahead and write one yourself. ” mild mannered in nature, but even lizzy had her limits. an invisible line drawn which eric had crossed. paranoia course through her veins, though he’s given her no reason to be afraid of him. past experiences forged gentle woman into a hardened version of herself, careful to watch his every move. never takes a step ahead of him, instead following eric’s lead out the door. “ my car is just up ahead there. ” impossible to miss, the only car besides his own within miles and bright white to boot. “ you headed anywhere special? don’t see a lot of people coming through here, especially not at this time of night. ” well aware that he wasn’t one for talking, but anything felt better than the silence that fed her worst nightmares. figured he wouldn’t answer her questions, but it was worth the try. the smell of gasoline pours from the exhaust of the car, brown eyes looking down at him standing on the pavement outside. opens the passenger door from the drivers seat of the jeep, engine running. had just enough gas to get there ––– and back if she was lucky. otherwise he wasn’t going to be the only one crashing at the motel for the night. “ y’coming or what? truck is right there in the garage if you changed your mind. ”