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          ❛  It’s weird, first, because all there is is just darkness.   It’s so dark. Doesn’t make a difference if your eyes are open or closed.    What you think is that you’ve been buried alive. Not ideal. That’s proper.. proper panic, that, y'know?    You hit out at the lid of the coffin even though you know there’s no way.. but then it starts to give. You have to push your way through all the soil.  That feeling… it’s like what being born what must be like. Except you’ve got context..   and you know what, Gary?  This hunger,  this appetite. 

Miles had heard someone coming, but it sounded like their footsteps were getting farther away. It didn’t sound like the big fucking guy, but anyone here could be dangerous. Of course, his focus on the hallway before him and how close he could press his body against the wall behind him blinded him to what was right in front of him. When he was certain he heard a door shut down the hall, he turned his head back to face straight ahead. Where a person was standing. They looked really young, but it didn’t stop him from getting startled.

          Asking him back the question on if he was fine,  or the latter,  was a surprise to Leslie;;   looking quite confused if it was even just for a fraction of a second.     ALTHOUGH IT COULD BE ARGUED    that leslie was always on some level of confused.   especially when it came to this place,    but then again,  who wasn’t? 

                && so it became apparent that all it took to have leslie withers follow you home is the offer of pancakes, for the young man started    w a d d l i n g    t o w a r d s    h e r    as she made the request for him to    ‘come with her.’     

Dennis hated being the one on the run.

There was that loss of control that Father didn’t like, he could feel the frustration eating at edges of his focus. He was outside now, having ran through a number of halls after being chased by that…big fucker, and a few other variants, the cold rain that was spitting down biting at his exposed skin. He worked his way around a chain fence, shaking hands grabbing at the flimsy metal in the darkness, his eyes straining to see what was ahead of him.

He could feel metal under his feet as he crept along, careful not to pull attention back to himself. Thankfully, everybody seemed to be in agreement with that, the clutter in his head dying down a little as he listened for noise around himself. However, that moment didn’t last long until he heard heavy footfalls charging towards him, the same variant that had been chasing him previously catching sight of him from the other side of the fence.

In Dennis’ quick movements to jump back from the fence, he didn’t take the time to realize what was below him. He felt the foot that he tried to jump back on meet air before the force of his jump sent him falling backwards, arms flailing. He was prepared for a long fall, maybe land on something solid and hard. It was worse.

He didn’t have time to adjust to the water that quickly seemed to swallow him whole, the water causing him to lose all sight for a few moments. Luckily, it wasn’t very deep, his back hitting the bottom first. Dennis panicked for a few moments, taking in water. Quickly he managed to find his footing, almost shooting out through the surface of the water as he spat out the foul tasting water in a sputtering cough.

Oh, fuck, he thought as he looked around himself, the cold air all the more apparent to him now that he was completely soaked to the bone. Dennis moved through the water sloppily, wanting out of there, his mind starting to race.

“W-Water leaking o-out of the w-walls,” the brother spoke up, teeth chattering as Dennis managed to find a low wall, “B-burns the l-lungs, t-takes–”

He interrupted himself with something close to a growl as he pulled himself up to a stand, arms wrapped around himself as Father finally spoke up.

“Shut up,” he all but hissed as he looked around himself, “that fucker’ll be back and–”

As he glanced around himself, he caught sight of someone standing not too far off from him, Dennis tensing up. Due to the darkness and his general experiences of this place, he couldn’t tell if they were harmless or not, his fists aching from having them clenched tightly as another shiver ripped through his spine.

               Leslie had always thought that this was an ideal place to hide,  the noise of the water splashing almost always giving away who came here;  give him enough time to hide.  The only downside was that he could hear all of the horrors that were going on above-ground.

               WHEN SOMEONE DROPPED DOWN,   he heard the talking,   && it felt like his heart sink to his gut.   he was no longer alone.   hopefully this was the one that was running from the violence that was chasing him,  and not the other way around.   afraid to make the stranger notice him he began to walk backwards,  always ready to begin to run..   && while he tried to stay silent, although it was difficult as he had to whisper things to himself just to tell him that it was alright...    that he was fine. 

         although clearly he couldn’t stay in hiding forever,  when the man looked at him he was now able to     S T O P   T A L  K I N G ...   he could feel his heart beating in his chest,  feel it through his head and everything in him telling him to::           ❛ ---------  run,  RUN!  RUN!  ❜

             more distressed screams came from the boy,   probably drawing more attention to where he was than actually giving him a means to escape...    but regardless,   he was scared.   he had to get the out of here.   even if he was,  arguably,  lost himself.  unsure of how he was going to escape,  or where to run.