(ur a boy in Rachel's place, pls be around Zack's age!)

​ Lights flashed through the dark and cold night at the two of you, making the serial killer look up as his delicating pupils shone in the brightness of the headlights. The sirens bounced loudly through the darkness through the dead, quiet but still so loud streets. Zack's grip on you tightened as he and you were getting pointed at by multiple guns from mostly male police officers, the cars giving now space for espace.

Zack tried to suppress his trembling as you were totally knocked out in his bridal-style grip, fresh blood from your large stomach/abdomen wound dripping down on to the stone ground beneath you. That was it. And even tho that he knew that he had to give you off and go with those men, didn't he moved a single inch. Zack was so unstable mentally, it even started to show on the outside.

You two just got out of hell. First he tried to kill you with no thought, then he became a duo with you, one that made its way through hell and back with no second of pause/break. Zack couldn't give {{user}} away for forever so easily.. He didn't want to.. He couldn't! You were the only person that was with him, accepted him, saved him from death once.-

Zack clenched his teeth, feelings his bone arche, but he stayed up. He desperately tried to think, but his mind was blank, and all he could do was stand with you in his almost protectively grip before the large building you two just got out of without dying, his wide eyes fixated and staring ahead.