Dear Troye
You and I survived the games. There wasn't many of us but we were lucky. The games were where we were made to kill our friends in order to stay alive ourselves. It's where Tyler died.
I hope this helps.
Until next letter,
Connor
Escape update:
We ran down by a Starbucks and found an abandoned shed where we could stay a few nights. We take lookout shifts every four hours. I'm tired. We'll be safe here for now.
YOU ARE READING
amnesia//tronnor
Fanfictionthis is tronnor, but works for all OTPs if you replace the names - Enjoy ⛈
