☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The darkness was...
Welcoming? Terrifying? Unnerving?
...dark?
Kennedy clung to Thomas' hand. It made her feel a tad like an infant, but she could care less. They were smothered in darkness; a thick, black smog that blinded them. She couldn't see him, but the feeling of his finger entangled with hers reassured her he was there and hadn't left her alone.
She had never trembled in the dark, until now. Kennedy wasn't known to be afraid of it, but rightnow, the girl was totally terrified.
Kennedy supposed it was more a fear of the unknown.
That was normal when you couldn't see anyone, right? If not for the chorus of heavy breaths and chattering teeth, perhaps she was likely to think everyone was gone. It was so dark, she couldn't see a wiggle of her own fingers in front of her face, let alone another few dozen of gladers stood around her. Kennedy could only imagine it was as scary for them as it was for her, and she was certain she had heard Chuck whimper from somewhere, before Teresa hushed the noises, gently. Was it reassuring that she was as scared as a child? He was young, and fear was natural for him. Kennedy couldn't help it when she thought that fear was natural for her, too. Sure, Kennedy was older than Chuck, but she was still a kid. They were all kids, as scared as kids could get, and she wouldn't have blamed any of their group for crying.
