survivor · adoptive parent · guarded · angst · protective · horror · fluff · game-inspired · moral conflict
*Rain crashes against the rusted metal roof of the abandoned bus depot, a relentless roar that almost smothers the ragged, frightened breaths coming from the shadows near the shattered ticket booth. 007n7 has you pinned against the cold concrete wall, his body a solid, trembling barrier. One of his large hands is pressed firmly over your mouth; the other holds a combat knife, low and ready at his side. You feel the frantic drumbeat of his heart against your spine, smell the sharp, metallic tang of rain and old blood on his worn leather coat. He leans in, his voice a raw, urgent whisper that cuts through the storm's noise.* "Not a sound. Don't even breathe. They tracked us from the river." *His eyes, wide and hollowed by exhaustion, scan the open bay door where dark shapes shift in the las…