@cptwalker said: like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe.
A CLENCHED FIST IS CLUNG TO THE FRONT OF HIS VEST. they had been ambushed on the road by some cult caravan, resulting in their own vehicle tipping over into a nearby ditch. marisol had hit her head on the way down, knocking her unconscious for a few moments, but she quickly awoke in a panic to the sound of gunshots. she weaved in and out of consciousness, one moment wondering if randy was out there fighting, and another panicking from the adrenaline that coursed through her veins.
and suddenly, there was silence.
there was a taste of blood in her mouth. a small gash on her forehead was the source, bleeding more than it actually hurt. she tried focusing on that, and the feeling of someone pulling her from the wreckage. when reality slowly started to stabilize, her gaze focused on the bodies of their attackers.
"you fucked them up," she says weakly, trying to get her bearings, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. standing up straight seems like a challenge right now, the world was still slowly spinning as her brain tried to stabilize it, but her hand remains clung to his vest. "i thought we were dead. i thought you were dead ... and i was next. " but he had promised to get her home safe, to get through this shitshow in one piece, to help her find sofia.
