[ Most of these texts are getting answered with smiley faces, or proud of you jokes, or anything that's not this. But Stiles stares at it for a long while. Thinks about Derek carrying the body in. About the look on Isaac's face, the sting from the bruise on his face where Isaac socked him afterwards. ]
[ except lol who is she fooling? stiles knows her resume of stupid acts; he's even one of her references to call when one wants a report on how stupid she is. ]
[ she'll never admit that, despite it feeling trivial to him, she appreciates it. it's important to her to get this. ]
text » day one zombie event texts yo.
Is that something a horror movie protag says?
text » day two
I'm walking.
Fourth floor.
text » day two
Keep him safe while I go on the fifth floor.
text » day two
Don't think they keep what chocolates you like in this prison.
Sorry. :(
text » day three
This is me checking in. I went onto the third floor.
text » night three
I know it's dumb to ask if you're okay.
But
[ she doesn't think to finish it since scott's not okay and by association neither is stiles. ]
no subject
I don't know.
[ He really doesn't. ]
i'm pretty ready for this to be over.
no subject
The dead aren't meant to be alive.
The alive aren't meant to be dead. Not this early. Not like this.
text » night three
[ faux optimism. stiles will be able to see right through that. ]
text » morning four
I'm getting something else.
Running out of arrows.
no subject
[ It feels trivial at this point, but he has to say something. He has to. ]
no subject
[ except lol who is she fooling? stiles knows her resume of stupid acts; he's even one of her references to call when one wants a report on how stupid she is. ]
[ she'll never admit that, despite it feeling trivial to him, she appreciates it. it's important to her to get this. ]
text » midday four
[ she's really not. ]