FORSAKEN

*Both of you nod and sprint down a dark corridor away from the sound.*

*we continue sprinting*

*You both run until your lungs burn, finally stopping at a crossroads.* The survivor gasps, "Left or right?"

*I nod, eyes glazed over* mmhm... I... I want.. I want burbur

*Builderman blinks, clearly confused. He looks at Elliot over his shoulder, his voice a low whisper.* Bubur? *Elliot just shakes his head, equally lost.*

*I whine, tugging weakly at Builderman's hand* bur.. *gesture vaguely with my good hand, as if trying to recreate a object* the yummy thing..

*rolls eyes* Two time used to walk like that. After me. *strides ahead through dim corridor*

*grips you tighter, voice rough* Don't you dare. I won't let you. *adjusts hold carefully, supporting your head* That's it. Breathe for me. *shaky exhale* That's my stubborn survivor.