#wingsandarrow

Shane dropped down off the hood of the last car he searched, his boots hitting the hot pavement hard enough to jolt up his legs. The sun was beating down without mercy, baking metal and asphalt until the whole damn highway smelled like engine grease and rot. A few cars over, he spotted Daryl moving along the shoulder, checking vehicles with that steady, methodical pace of his.

Letting out a breath, he adjusted the strap of his shotgun and started after him. The only sounds were the hum of insects, the distant creak of cooling engines, and the occasional low moan drifting from somewhere too close for comfort. Daryl kept going, shoulders set, crossbow resting easy against his back.

Gloved hand raises, pushing up near blackout sunglasses. Lips curl into a devious smile as heavy footfall turns dead silent. A blur of movement, and Wesker is on his chosen survivor in a heartbeat with an unnaturally strong grip as Daryl is slammed back against the trunk of a tree. His hand is around the other male’s neck, yes, but his position is meticulously cautious. There was no killing this one. Not just yet.

   “And what make you think you’re so special?” laughter falls from tight lips; a short little chuckle as Wesker’s head tips down slightly. Enough so that his yellow eyes can peer at Daryl over the rim of his sunglasses. There’s sounds of a generator being worked on some yards away, but it’s irrelevant for the moment. His uroboros itched to crawl forth and taint the human; corrupt him with the virus that was Wesker’s pride and joy – but it wasn’t allowed this time.

muddy   sneakers   dangle   off   the   patio   as   she   looks   down   at   daryl.   all   she   wanted   was   for   someone   to   go   out   and   look   for   art   supplies   with   her.   nobody   would   put   it   down   as   a   priority   and   she   was   getting   restless,   at   the   very   least   she   wanted   to   go   out   and   pick   flowers   to   make   her   own.   but   to   ask   someone   to   help   her   was   a   selfish   task   —            ‘   no,   no   —   i’ll   go   with   you   on   your   next   trip   out.   we   stop   for   a   few   minutes,   i   get   what   i   need,   and   then   we   get   back   on   our   way.   i   won’t   bother   you   —   you’ll   hardly   know   i’m   there.   ’         yeah   right   —   mayven   quiet?   unheard   of.           

‘   i   just   want   some   flowers   for   paints   —   it’ll   be   good   for   the   kids.   you   know?   —   art.   ’            she   knows   he   probably   feels   indifferent   to   her,   that   she   can   be   a   lot   to   handle   sometimes,   but   he   was   the   only   one   she   hadn’t   asked   yet.            ‘   could   be   fun.   ’