spare the dying. [ white rabbits, day 4 ]
Jul 22, 2022 22:58:16 GMT -5
Post by sidney on Jul 22, 2022 22:58:16 GMT -5
BRODY
loomis.
Alice crumples to the forest floor like a sack of potatoes. So quickly that he almost thinks something is gonna come spilling out after. Like a kidney, or her spleen. She is so badly beaten and bruised that it's hard for Brody to even find a clear patch of skin.
"Fuck," he mutters, sheathing his knife into his belt as he takes off in a sprint toward her. "Hey, hey, hey..." he whispers harshly, falling to his knees beside her and slipping an arm beneath her torso. It's funny, really. How gently he's being with someone he's been, for all intents and purposes, been using as a meat shield. But something about the way she looks in his arms right now, covered triumphantly in blood from head to toe yet utterly helpless and needing to be saved... it makes him care.
For now.
After all, she'd practically stepped into the line of fire for him. He owed her now. Unfortunately. "C'mon, Alice," he taps the side of her face gently, just trying to wake her back up and not leave another mark. She stirs softly, grumbling something about killing more than either of us. "Stay with me, yeah? You're gonna be okay."
Brody chuckles because it's true. She's done exactly that. Alice has more kills to her name than him or December. And there's something to be said about that. The odds were not in her favor, and yet here she is. Barely breathing and knocking on Death's door, but still.
She's alive and they are not.
"Grab her stuff, will you?" He nods toward her bag at the foot of a nearby tree, ripping the last axe she'd thrown free and tossing it at December's feet. "I've got her." He pushes himself to stand, Alice in his arms, and heads south. Farther than any of them have been.
Because there's nothing left for them here.
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