// i know you'd never leave me behind, but i am lost this time
are we destined to burn, or will we last the night? //
are we destined to burn, or will we last the night? //
There’s a lot of fight in Nate, even beaten down as he was, even after being in this hellish cave for days. It had to be days, didn’t it? The tide had come in, brought him teasingly close to escape more than once now. And even still, he had the strength to thrash and shift when the first rays of the sun began to bear down on him, more of an irritation than anything else, for now.
Not unlike the footsteps that creep closer before stopping.
All at once, Nate is on his feet, straining at the shackles and starting a new flow of fluid where they bite into his wrists and open barely healed lacerations from his first day. The snarl on his face is almost animalistic, but the fire burning in his eyes is uniquely human, filled with hate for the thing that he’s sure has the audacity to call itself a man standing before him.
He might not have the sense for words, but he does have enough to spit at Shaju, aiming for his face and hoping to reach at least his feet.
Not unlike the footsteps that creep closer before stopping.
All at once, Nate is on his feet, straining at the shackles and starting a new flow of fluid where they bite into his wrists and open barely healed lacerations from his first day. The snarl on his face is almost animalistic, but the fire burning in his eyes is uniquely human, filled with hate for the thing that he’s sure has the audacity to call itself a man standing before him.
He might not have the sense for words, but he does have enough to spit at Shaju, aiming for his face and hoping to reach at least his feet.
NATE
