bad decisions make for great stories
deion
12-30-2022, 10:50 PM
Jack was damn near freezing her nuts off. It was too fucking cold for it to not be winter, and yet there was something in the air. Something in the air that said the worst was yet to come. From the west, a cutting wind that seemed like it wanted to rip straight through her ribcage. Straight through her and into her very soul-- what the fuck. With night falling ever-earlier these days, she wasn't about to take any chances. Jack needed to find shelter, and fast. The crypt seemed to call to her, equal parts dank and inviting. Better than nothing. Better than being outside in whatever early winter storm was blowing in. Without a second thought, she pushed forward and into the shallow, winding darkness that spread before her. Gaze bright and eyes wide, Jack huddled in what appeared to be a relatively safe corner, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god |
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