[ it's a good thing that logan is already moving, because karen's eyes just go wide at the pressure building, at the way the color behind that window seems to be sucked away. not darken, not shadow, but disappear. before karen knows what is happening the man's hand is on her elbow, all but tossing her inside her own car. drive fast, follow me. if karen had any bearing on what was going on, she might have clapped back, maybe fought a little more, but the glass all but bulges and even from where they are, she can still hear the skittering of thousands of legs.
she's sure she ends up nodding, somewhere along the way. something that cements the fact she hear what he's saying. the door slams shut and Karen sits up in her driver's seat, shakily putting the keys in the ignition and the truck roars to life. she hears a crack, and when she looks up, the glass is cracking, spreading across the panes, and the man's motorcycle roars to life.
karen punches the gas and skids a bit as she books it out of the parking lot, holding her breath as her eyes glance to the rear view mirror a few too many times as they speed away. she doesn't know where they're going, and it's a bit of a ways into the drive - when her heart rate finally starts to slow, when her breathing starts to feel normal - that she realizes how dangerous this could be. she doesn't know this man, doesn't know anything about this place, and he could easily be leading her into a trap. that would make sense, wouldn't it? one person goes out to try and save the idiots who don't know better than to go searching through abandoned buildings, save them from whatever monsters are there, lead them away somewhere where the rest of their gang is waiting...
she slows down at some point, but she's not yet sure if that's just because the adrenaline is fading or if she actually considering veering off somewhere else, even if she doesn't know where she would go.
it's right around then there he pulls them off in front of what looks like some kind of spa. karen feels... honestly, Karen feels exhausted - the combination of everything finally weighing on her on top of a tense drive. when she puts the car in park and exhales for what feels like the first time since they left the diner, the tap on the window ends up making her jump, and then smile, apologetically. she's fine. it's fine.
and then he takes her into the city - this city, panorama, that everyone had been talking about back at the medical tent. karen feels a little like she had a couple years back, when she's first driven her car into new york - overwhelmed, alone, lost. the man pulls his bike off to a corner store and comes to a stop, and Karen pulls in right behind him, her eyes up to the buildings that somehow look just similar enough, though unsettling. off. she puts the truck in park and finally opens her door, looking around.
you good now? her attention turns back to him, and Karen realizes she is getting the first actually look at this man since the diner. he's tall, built, looks like someone who would know what he's doing around here... she lets out a breath, the exhaustion clear in the set of her shoulders.
is she good? no. but that's not really what he's asking. ]
Yeah- [ not convincing, but oh well. ] Thank you, by the way. For... everything.
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she's sure she ends up nodding, somewhere along the way. something that cements the fact she hear what he's saying. the door slams shut and Karen sits up in her driver's seat, shakily putting the keys in the ignition and the truck roars to life. she hears a crack, and when she looks up, the glass is cracking, spreading across the panes, and the man's motorcycle roars to life.
karen punches the gas and skids a bit as she books it out of the parking lot, holding her breath as her eyes glance to the rear view mirror a few too many times as they speed away. she doesn't know where they're going, and it's a bit of a ways into the drive - when her heart rate finally starts to slow, when her breathing starts to feel normal - that she realizes how dangerous this could be. she doesn't know this man, doesn't know anything about this place, and he could easily be leading her into a trap. that would make sense, wouldn't it? one person goes out to try and save the idiots who don't know better than to go searching through abandoned buildings, save them from whatever monsters are there, lead them away somewhere where the rest of their gang is waiting...
she slows down at some point, but she's not yet sure if that's just because the adrenaline is fading or if she actually considering veering off somewhere else, even if she doesn't know where she would go.
it's right around then there he pulls them off in front of what looks like some kind of spa. karen feels... honestly, Karen feels exhausted - the combination of everything finally weighing on her on top of a tense drive. when she puts the car in park and exhales for what feels like the first time since they left the diner, the tap on the window ends up making her jump, and then smile, apologetically. she's fine. it's fine.
and then he takes her into the city - this city, panorama, that everyone had been talking about back at the medical tent. karen feels a little like she had a couple years back, when she's first driven her car into new york - overwhelmed, alone, lost. the man pulls his bike off to a corner store and comes to a stop, and Karen pulls in right behind him, her eyes up to the buildings that somehow look just similar enough, though unsettling. off. she puts the truck in park and finally opens her door, looking around.
you good now? her attention turns back to him, and Karen realizes she is getting the first actually look at this man since the diner. he's tall, built, looks like someone who would know what he's doing around here... she lets out a breath, the exhaustion clear in the set of her shoulders.
is she good? no. but that's not really what he's asking. ]
Yeah- [ not convincing, but oh well. ] Thank you, by the way. For... everything.