~Life is Strange 2~ (Sean Diaz x Reader) {oneshots}

Martial Law (Boy Reader)

Background: Due to the orders given by higher up officials, the state of Washington has been put under Martial Law, where the military makes up their own laws for all citizens to follow under. Any insubordinate actions will have major consequences.

WARNING: Racism, Violence

Abbreviations; (Y/N): Your desired name

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There was an unusual scent in the atmosphere that sent goosebumps down (Y/N)'s body as he laid straight up on the bed he slept on. He was still living in this reality that he would only vision in his sleep. Being locked in, hurt, and even death had never felt so prominent as his hands sat still on his stomach, continuously rising and lowering with his slow breaths. The bright, white ceiling stared back down at (Y/N), not being much help to him.

Eventually, he twists his head like a gear in a clock. He could make out the appearance of his friend with eyes shut tight. The dark almond hair that was in a buzz-cut, which blended with his thick eyebrows, he also was accompanied by a tan skin tone.

The feeling of another person nearby was strange, yet they made the situation more comforting. While he continued to stare, he noticed the gradual opening of the boy's eyes. The chocolate orbs revealed themselves, with snow surrounding the orbs. Small grunts released from the as he began to stretch.

(Y/N) quietly yelps, "W-woah!" He jerks back, barely avoiding the fist.

"H-huh?" The boy's eyelids sprung open, noticing (Y/N) with a wide expression, "Oh... sorry," he apologizes as he yawns mid-sentence.

"It's okay," he then twists his head back up at the ceiling, "Day 15, Sean..." his tone snaps briefly.

"It feels like it's been fucking years..." he exaggerates in response.

(Y/N) nods as he continues to create patterns in the ceiling with his mind. He then has thoughts of Sean's family.

I really hope Daniel and his dad are okay... did they make it to that one friend's house? Hopefully. We can't even make one small call just to check on them...

(Y/N) then sits up, allowing his limbs to absorb the atmosphere. Sean follows up by sitting next to him, staring down at the ground that still remains. (Y/N) then questions, "What's the game plan for today?"

Sean briefly puts, "I don't know," he then lightly coughs into his arm, "you get to choose for today."

He had no idea what to respond with, considering how limited their options were. They weren't able to step even an millimeter outside of the house, as it was a death sentence. Any object that required power from the outlets was useless as all the power was shut down. The only viable things were battery powered objects, water, and the use of candles. While it was breakfast, neither of the two were hungry, so food was marked off the checklist.

Maybe it's time to shower...? Not like it'll really change anything, but I guess it's still efficient.

He soon placed a hand on his chin while staring at the closet across from him.

What would Sean want to do?

That was before a loud, ear-piercing noise emitted from outside the room. An eerie, screeching yelp followed right after. Both Sean and (Y/N) stare at the boarded glass, frozen at the thought of what happened. Cries of help can be heard as their eyes stay focused on the wooden planks. Despite having heard these screams of pain, the noise still sent chills down the two's spines.