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「 he’d been wandering for what felt like days. in reality, it had probably only been a few hours. but the wound in his leg still seeped warm, sticky blood, and he was almost certain he had a broken rib.

the hunting party had originally been four men strong. none of them were stupid, and they’d all faced their fair share of danger. how they’d end up separated and cornered, murphy had no idea.

he saw the other first, having approached from behind. relief blossomed in his chest at the familiar sight. he went to call out, but as he took another step his leg collapsed underneath him. a strangled cry of pain was all murphy could manage.

as the other whirled around, he gasped, ❝ don’t shoot! its just me ❞ 」

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“one day you’ll stop being surprised that I’m saving your ass. again, might I add”

sarcasiisms:

├   S T A R T E R   C A L L   ┤

            → like and you shall receive

├   S T A R T E R   C A L L   ┤

            → like and you shall receive

Addictions || Open Modern Starter

              Sweat soaked the sheets tangled around his legs, constricting
              more and more with each desperate kick. Acidic need burned
              the back of his throat, along each rib bone and in the tips of his
              fingers. His body twitched without ceasing, ranging from the
              slightest tap against the mattress with his thumb, to complete
              convulsions with an ARCING back and dramatic limbs.
              occasionally the pain dropped away, fading into a lukewarm
              irritation beneath his skin, lacking the aggressiveness that
              otherwise  c o n s u m e d  him. The darkness of the room
              isolated him and completed his depressive loneliness, but
              paranoia and hypersensitivity were all that awaited behind the
              curtains and out the door. Eyes rolling, sometimes between
              clenched eyelids, sometimes visible to the ceiling, there wasn’t
              an escape from the wretchedness that this need had
              O V E R W H E L M E D him with.

              There was a solutions, only ONE, and half way through a
              convulsion, he rolled himself towards the edge of the bed, free
              falling without any kind of grace, and landing sprawled on the floor,
              attempting to seek out that solution. But the door creaked open, and
              it was the suddenness and unexpected nature that jolted some
              kind of clarity through the haze of withdrawal. Setting his palms
              down against the cold hardwood floor, flattening all ten digits with
              enough force to make them ache, he pushed himself up to sit against
              the bedside table. He didn’t care who was approaching him, but he
              was aware of the aid that they could provide to him. “You gotta help
              me,” he croaked, struggling to push words through the  i n f e r n o
              in his throat. “I need a hit. Just one.” His body started to shake again,
              but the prospect of acquiring his solution gave him the means to
              suppress it more easily this time. “Just one. Then it’s done.” He was
              trying to convince himself of that, more than anyone. “Just one hit,
              just to get me through now. Please. I’ll fucking do anything.”

sarcasiisms:

├   S T A R T E R   C A L L   ┤

            → like and you shall receive

sarcasiisms:

├   S T A R T E R   C A L L   ┤

            → like and you shall receive