[the tree's bark digs into his back, leaves red lines up and down his bare skin for each heave of his breath. alert to everything, senses on such overdrive that every snap of a branch or crunch of leaves makes him jump. adrenaline and a needy heat in his belly that should be embarrassing, but sends more of a thrill straight to his toes instead. run, run, run it tells him, while locking him in place to be caught.
shauna is a flash of color, bursting around the tree to give him a start. he tenses up, resists the immediate instinct to recoil what he feels is akin to a jumpscare. of course it's her. the one who lead, the one who stuffed his mouth and held a knife to his throat. this time it isn't to bleed him, but to play a different game. she's all smiles and pink-cheeked, the scent of her wafting so strongly, so enticingly, right at his face.]
Whoa-
[delayed relief, first, that it isn't a stranger. then with sudden surge of what's more self-consciousness than shame, he removes his mask to cover himself with it, staring at shauna hesitant suspicion.]
Shauna. [shauna in her jumpsuit, beaming up at him like she's won the prize.] Maybe I should keep running.
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shauna is a flash of color, bursting around the tree to give him a start. he tenses up, resists the immediate instinct to recoil what he feels is akin to a jumpscare. of course it's her. the one who lead, the one who stuffed his mouth and held a knife to his throat. this time it isn't to bleed him, but to play a different game. she's all smiles and pink-cheeked, the scent of her wafting so strongly, so enticingly, right at his face.]
Whoa-
[delayed relief, first, that it isn't a stranger. then with sudden surge of what's more self-consciousness than shame, he removes his mask to cover himself with it, staring at shauna hesitant suspicion.]
Shauna. [shauna in her jumpsuit, beaming up at him like she's won the prize.] Maybe I should keep running.