#tillhumanvxices

To keep a close eye on Blaire he had taken her in himself, since her own remained a sealed crime scene for the following days. The first nights were understandably tough up to the point that he had called an ambulance to sedate the remaining sister. Her words didn’t pass him unnoticed when she accused him not to investigate by himself, despite the fact that Alex had spoken to his colleagues that night already to keep him updated on any evidence and suspects they’d be able to find. In a way he thought she was right about that he wasn’t doing enough.

     He’s still catching his breath, but his focus draws itself to Blaire. They’re out of the dark – threat wise. But it’s a grisly wound that steals Rick’s attention and his brow creases in concern, fitting his axe back at his hip with reflexive ease. She’s hurt. And frankly, all he can hope is that it looks worse than it is. The sun’s light still filters lowly through the trees, new shadows being cast with every passing moment. They don’t have much daylight left. Rick’s at her side quickly, to help. They can’t stay out there like sitting ducks in the forest, smelling like fresh blood. But they’re too far from the community to make it back before the sun sets.

     ❝ Put your weight on me. We need to find a place to hold up. – Can you make it alright? ❞ There isn’t much choice, otherwise.

There hadn’t been a single guest in... days, now? Mother would be so terribly displeased if business didn’t pick up anytime soon, the last time it was this slow- well, Norman didn’t like to recount it. He could luckily avoid a large portion of her various shrill, disgusting little cries of “boy! do this! do that!” by working in the office for a precious few hours each day.

However, he swears he could still hear her firmly in the back of his mind. “Boy! What are you doing! Get back in the house, I’m lonely! You wouldn’t leave your mother all alone like this forever, would you?” No mother, it’s not the right time yet.