[ he waits. he listens, rather than watches the shaking, uncertain glimpses he might find on her device's feed. he listens to her labored breathing and eventually her fight against the lattice, all while standing knee-deep in the hole he has made, feeling the terrible cold curling around his ankles, moving up to his thighs. it comforts him. it comforts him because it might mean there is no hindrance from under the porch to under the house.
he does need her to survive. he wants her to survive, and he wants not to be alone in this stark nightmare, despite himself. he has spent nearly a week in this winter, and he already has the pale gauntness to show for it, the stress and lack of sleep. he does need to win this, to know there is a way around these rules, to know their captors are not entirely in control. ]
The front, to the left of the door. [ he is in the living room, bare save some furniture. an empty room that would be next to useless if it were not for the fireplace.
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he does need her to survive. he wants her to survive, and he wants not to be alone in this stark nightmare, despite himself. he has spent nearly a week in this winter, and he already has the pale gauntness to show for it, the stress and lack of sleep. he does need to win this, to know there is a way around these rules, to know their captors are not entirely in control. ]
The front, to the left of the door. [ he is in the living room, bare save some furniture. an empty room that would be next to useless if it were not for the fireplace.
he steps out of the hole, kneels before it. ]