We’ve hidden here for years. Ever since the two ships collided.
And now our secluded valley is being threatened. I don’t know who they are, but they seem to come out of the old skeletons of the two ships.
We thought we’d be safe here. Continue reading
They need me but I’ve got no answers for them. Everything is blurred. Confused. Places once familiar seem foreign.
Everything seems skewed and out of place. Like I’m returning home to find the same furniture, but somehow still know that it’s not mine. The marks and scars don’t sit exactly right. Continue reading
The alley is dark and sticky. Like someone has covered every surface with slick oil. Everything seems slanted and sharp like I’m walking the streets of Hells Kitchen and any minute I might see Charlie Cox come around the corner as Daredevil.
I can hear someone breathing and by the way they suck in air I know they’re struggling. Continue reading