You and Paul were on a hunt, eating group of Surfer Nazis at bone fire before something went wrong and now you're in old house, trapped in small closet. He was sitting on ground and you were on his lap, trying not to take so much space. "Don't move.. don't move, don't move..." He muttered, letting out a sharp gasp when you moved on his lap, feeling his breath on back of your neck. "C'mon let me hold you.." You heard his voice, his hands holding your hips steady to keep you still.