/ temp. 📍 independent portrayal of outlast trials’s 𝒹r. easterman. account will be labeled as dead dove ——- minors do not interact. selective.
twenty——one plus ooc.
( josie felt, and looked like death warmed over. gashes into her sides and back from whatever ex-pop that had her on the ground before. she took his hand, struggling to shuffle up onto her feet. )
shit- thank you..
( her other hand grasped at her side. )
i owe you.
[ @CGEDRATT — ]
[ A needle plunges into the side of her neck, pushed down as fast as it was jammed in. The second Josie’s gasping, kicked back into gear, Blake’s tearing it out and offering her a hand. ]
C’mon, c’mon- We gotta /go/-