† Tremors † (ap)

“You can’t camp here.” The words leave her mouth in an exasperated sigh; do people just IGNORE signs now? “It’s a no camping zone, it’s too dangerous here.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here. Especially when it’s nearly DARK, you have to leave. Now.”

The blonde is silent for a moment, trying to process the information she’d been given. “So do you live near here? I’m just trying to figure out how you got this DEEP into the woods, that’s all.” She explains. It’s rare she sees anybody so far in, let alone a kid.

Her brow raises slightly at his answer, “You’re pretty SMART.” She retorts, arms folding tightly. “But did you come here with somebody? You parents? Friends? Anybody?”

“Look, I hate to tell you this but it’s probably too late. If your friend is out there ALONE, then they’re already dead.”

Freya watches him, eyes squinting slightly as he speaks. An angel? Despite everything she’s seen, she’s not sure she can believe that. Before she even gets a chance to express her DOUBTS, he falls. Without even thinking, she rushes over to support him. He’s not attempted to hurt her yet, in fact Freya isn’t even sure he is in any CONDITION to. So she tosses any questions about his honestly to the back of her mind, focusing on whatever situation they’re now in. “What kind of danger?”

“Not who, what. Something that can tear the flesh from your BONES in a matter of seconds, and if you’re not scared now, you will be as soon as you see it.”

The blonde steps back as the stranger sits up, a CAUTIOUS air remaining about her. As she witnesses his eyes flash and the shadowy wings upon the trees, a frown creases her brow. Freya’s used to seeing strange, INHUMAN beings, but she’s never encountered anything with glowing blue eyes and wings before. “Tell me what you are first. I need to know you’re not dangerous.”

“It means going places you shouldn’t, especially ALONE.” She explains, observing the other for a moment. “Are you out here by yourself?”

“Hey, wake up. You okay? I just found you LAYING here unconscious, what happened?”

“I’m not asking you to trust me. Look, this place isn’t SAFE. You need to get out of here.”

“Well I can start off by making sure you don’t get KILLED out here.”

“I’m not gonna HURT you, okay? I want to help.”

“Kyle, okay. My name is Freya.” She tells him, sitting on the chair across from the couch. The blonde takes a moment to observe him, the poor guy looks like he’s been through HELL out there. She wonders how exactly he ended up here, and in such a state. But she pushes back those thoughts for later. “Are you HURT at all?”

“Hey, can’t you read the sign? No TRESPASSING.”