☆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...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Who are they, really?"
"I dunno," Kennedy shrugged. She leaned against Newt's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Her stomach was fit to burst; she felt like she might genuinely explode, and she could tell they'd all felt the same. "This whole thing is weird, as shuck."
"Alright," Newt nodded. "It is weird."
"Oh, so now you admit it?"
"Shut up," he rolled his eyes and moved his shoulder so she fell off, and Kennedy swatted his arm. "It doesn't mean they'll kill us."
"You hope!" Fry said.
They did.
Kennedy hoped these people weren't dangerous.
If they were, it was kinda too late. They were all in the building, and those doors didn't look particularly easy to get through — the running would only get them so far. Plus, she hoped that they were able to relax now. They deserved to be safe. Her people deserved a life without fear, without running, without panic. They deserved to settle down in a place they were free from WICKED, and she really hoped this was it. But, her gut said otherwise. Her gut said nobody in this place could be trusted until they figured out where they had ended up, and who with.
