Saffire
By Woodfish
(Compendium Release)
The rain has stopped. The wind has died down. You stand backed up against the wall, your eyes open wide in terror, and the rest of your body paralysed with fear. His shoes strike the wet pavement noisily as he walks clearer, and the edge of his pistol is picked out with the streetlight. All is dark. All is cold. All is lost.
Against Wall
Your back is pressed up to the rough brick wall. Darkness lies over the carpark, hiding familiar sights of the library nearby and the tree a few yards to the left. A few rubbish bins lie knocked over on the wet pavement beside you, lines of light against the metal being picked out by the orange row of streetlights from the other side of the road. The wind seems to have dropped silent. All you can hear is the man's footsteps advancing.