#bite.starter

⸻⸻⸻ miguel drank his first drink like a shot, putting the glass down and immediately filling it again. what a day, week, year. he would love to just go home, cuddle to his husband and well, forget the whole mess. darell's unmoving body, lying on the bed, chest barely moving with each breath flashed in his mind again, and miguel scowled lightly before taking another sip, slower this time. he looked to the side, making eye-contact with the other and lifted his glass. " wanna join me? " he asked, smiling just a little. distraction, that what it all was. " c'mon, don't let me become a sad drunk here. "

what haunted her more was the thought of harlan out there, not coming back. she had no idea how she’d survive that kind of loss—how much of herself she’d lose with him.

needing space to breathe, to quiet the storm in her head, she volunteered for perimeter duty. as she rounded a corner, her hand instinctively brushed the grip of her weapon—then relaxed when she spotted someone already there.

“looks like we’re on shift together,” she said, her voice low but steady.

⸻⸻⸻ they took a deep breath, an almost finished cigarette filling their lungs with smoke. they were working on this pack for the past five months, trying to be subtle but it didn't work much. there was so many things that could kill them in this world, a little smoke break wouldn't hurt much, right? " so... " they said to the closest person. " you think they will let us out or it's closed season now? "