it’s seldom to see any one of them leaving the safety of the preserve. & well, the reason, it’s sorta staring him in the face. with gnashing, teeth & milky eyes, & a horrid stench that he just knows will cling —– & BOY ISN’T HE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT?
now, it’s a bit unfair to call beacon hills unsafe. it’s fine. reasonably. has managed to stand its ground in the face of the horde. there’s only been a few breaches, which, is again, another reason why he’s out there. in the dead of night, with a bat & worn shoes. stiles sighs, & glances back at the weight of eyes he feels but can’t see before pressing on, leaving the snagged living corpse to suffer in its trap.
it’s maybe another hour when he stumbles onto her. their trespasser. which, by all standards, was not what he was expecting because she’s clearly ALIVE. kicking, climbing, & breathing.
“you know -— “ stiles calls out, ignoring the indignant huff & snarl that snaps at his heels as he gives himself away & steps closer to the edge of the ravine. “it’s kinda dangerous out here, and just —– we do have hiking trails that would have been leagues easier…”
@bcthgreene , called !!