[she has that much right already; the redhead has long passed 1470, kept walking in that (finally) dim evening, kept walking until his feet throbbed as much as his busted-open hand, stung as much as the monster-mouth cuts up his arm]
[the neighbours might think it odd that a stray dog would take a perch, but he's climbed on top of the roof of some poor soul's car all the same, leaving smears of blood all along the hood, and an unpleasant trail of muck all over their windshield]
[the metal is cold underneath him. it's as close to home as he thinks he can manage, right now, without starting to dig]
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[the neighbours might think it odd that a stray dog would take a perch, but he's climbed on top of the roof of some poor soul's car all the same, leaving smears of blood all along the hood, and an unpleasant trail of muck all over their windshield]
[the metal is cold underneath him. it's as close to home as he thinks he can manage, right now, without starting to dig]