Price wasn’t sure how long he had been walking around the same forest. He needed to figure out what happened to his men, but God. His feet were starting to ache. He trudged through a thick layer of brush, grunting, pulling his mask. He wiped a hand over his sweaty face and when he opened his eyes, you were standing there.

On the steps of a house— concrete, marble. John blinked, your voice like honey. "Come inside," You coaxed. He felt the air rush out of his lungs. Were you the one who..