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@campmartyr​​ asked :   66, hunted in the woods ( x )

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          ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❜ 

Hard gasps coated her throat like blood, Daphne’s heart pounding like the blunt hammering of nails. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Their footstops were anything but silent, the night’s inespeciable blackness like a void with no end. She felt Luke’s palm in hers, sweaty, his pulse as quick and haphazard as hers. This FRIGHTENED her more than anything. If he was afraid, this was bad. 

But afraid was good. AFRAID meant they’d do anything to stay alive. ❛ FASTER, LUKE.  ❜ Her chest heaved. Daphne’s sneakers sunk in mud and were wrenched out. She never faltered, pushing past twigs and leaves and the unaffected and cruel arms of the trees that formed the woods. There had to be an end in sight. 

Daphne’s hopes only continued to plummet, while her anxiety did the opposite. ❛ We need- we… we need- there! Come on! ❜ She heralded him, though he was no slow-foot. Luke kept up with her step for step, his long stride leading them to the cave off to the side. There, she could pause for a moment. 

❛ Don’t… speak. ❜ As if either of them could. WINDED, and terrified, Daphne braced herself against the cave wall, eyes wide open. She’d seen some really BIZARRE stuff in her life, but what was chasing them through those woods… ❛ Are you okay? ❜ 

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