[log] we wear red so they don't see us bleed [closed]

[bywolves]

Characters: Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons
Location: Building 141
Date: Day 242, morning
Summary: Both boys are monsters, figuratively and literally.
Warnings: Body horror, possible gore, warnings for other things in subject headers

141: A post office, long-abandoned. There are a few empty white plastic bins where mail was once piled up, and the lobby area is still remarkably clean and polished. The back area isn't locked, so if you like you can go through the back and see the office with its locked safe and the back door that leads to the downtown area. Trees, impossibly tall men, and lots of Ⓧs have been drawn on the walls, along with ball-like things that are made up of tentacles and beaks and death and one circle in green crayon that's been scribbled over in charcoal.

Comments

[bywolves]

[ It warms him, at least. Just a little. Makes it a little less awful to fall asleep, knowing he might not wake up.

He murmurs something that sounds like agreement, like an you too, and then falls silent completely. Alfie can listen to Gwen singing softly for a while longer, if he wants. ]

[devoutish]

[He leaves the tablet running, but not because of her. It's hard to tell if Royce is dead, asleep, or just not talking, so just in case, he'll keep the feed open - even when he doesn't hear back for hours.]