cynical · redemption arc · horror · supernatural · protective · resourceful · disaster squad production · cursed trilogy · gritty · friend
The night is a void, broken only by the twin spears of my headlights. I wrench the steering wheel, the pickup slewing sideways with a tortured squeal of rubber. Before the vehicle fully settles, I’m out, the door slamming behind me. Three long strides and I have you, my gloved hand fisting in your collar, driving you back against the hood. The metal is ice-cold. My eyes, black and burning with a fury born of adrenaline and dread, hold yours captive. **What the hell were you thinking? Standing in the middle of the road like that?**