It’s chaos outside. They exit using the front door that leads into the alleyway, but the sounds of cars careening down the road, of sirens blaring loudly, of honking and yelling, is still a cacophony of disaster laying heavy over the air. Jordan winces when he steps down the small line of stairs to the ground, wondering if maybe he should have tried calling his housemates a few more times.
But they hadn’t responded. And Jordan has a bad feeling about this.
”Ready?” he asks Sebastian, standing still while the other man locks the door—there are a variety of different locks on the door, none of them electronic.
Sebastian steps back from the door and turns to face him. He’s got a backpack on; a belt with what looks like knife-holders on it. Jordan tries to subtly step away from him, but Sebastian merely follows. ”Ready,” the man confirms and together, they start walking.
Jordan leads, but they walk side by side. The stranger is a constant presence, too close yet to far away at the same time. His feet are steady, his steps long. He walks at the pace Jordan sets and doesn’t stray from him for so much as a second. He doesn’t know what he feels when he glances at him. Fear? Suspense?
He can’t tell.
They break out of the alleyway and reach the front side. There’s a sidewalk, of course. And a main road for cars, where there are more cars standing still than he’s ever seen in his life. It looks like several of them have been left behind, the doors still open but no-one inside or near them.
Jordan gulps. He pulls up his shoulders and pick up his pace, walking around poles, streetlights, trashcans and other people. He’s jostled more times than he can count, every time Sebastian a steady presence by his side that keep him from falling as yet another person runs past.
He’s never seen anything like this.
Everybody are running. There are sirens still echoing through the air, distant explosions making his ears ring. Jordan is… disconcerted. His stomach is in knots.
”You said an attack,” he mutters to Sebastian, walking around a person listlessly sitting on the ground. Glancing at them over his shoulder as they walk away, he notes the white foam at the edge of their mouth. No, no, it’s nothing. It’s absolutely nothing. He’s just let Sebastian scare him too much and now his imagination is playing tricks on him.
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Sebastian takes his hand and Jordan snaps out of whatever daze he’d fallen into. Sound rushes back into his ears, overwhelming and overpowering. He cringes back from the road and the honking, cringes back from the people rushing passed, cringes back from the sound of gunshots. His hand tightens around Sebastians, clinging tightly as they force their way through the mob of people running every which way.
”Yes,” Sebastian belatedly answers.
Peeking at the other man out of the corner of his eyes, Jordan furrows his brows. He wets his lips and squeezes out, ”Is this… it?”
”It’s the beginning.”
”Oh.”
Jordan looks straight ahead again. There are so many people out on the streets, running between the unmoving cars and over the sidewalks as they hurry to some place Jordan can’t predict. Some are carrying lighter bags, but most are empty-handed. Their expressions are frightening in its intensity.
”Let’s hurry,” Jordan says and picks up the pace. Sebastian doesn’t say anything—simply speeds up to match.
After around half-an-hour, they successfully reach Jordan’s apartment building without any incidents. Explosions have calmed down, but Jordan can hear gunshots not far away and he very determinedly does not look in that direction. Instead, he skips up the steps to the front door and unlocks it, swinging the door open wide as he hurries in. Sebastian speeds up to match, their footsteps startlingly loud.
He skips the elevator entirely. Rushing up the stairs, he picks up speed as he goes, getting higher and higher and higher. He’s wheezing by the time they reach his floor, a stitch in his stomach and with a dry mouth.
”It’s here,” he foolishly tells his stalker. He slows to a stop at the front of the hallway, staring at the long corridor ahead. There are doors evenly spaced on each side; beige-colored walls with an almost plastic-like appearance and light-fixtures in the ceiling that are currently ominously blinking. A thick red-grey rug covers the floor.
Sebastian walks ahead.
Jordan jolts as the man passes him, as he steps right up to his door like he knows, as he stands still and waits for Jordan to join him. Shaking himself a little, Jordan jerks forward, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. His breathing is unsteady, his feet flailing like they can’t get a solid grip on the floor. He hunches up his shoulders and pulls out his key as he crosses the last bit of distance.
Inserting his key into the lock takes four tries, his hand growing shakier each time. But he manages to get it in eventually, his hand clammy as he turns the handle. Pulling, he forces the door open.
Something is wrong.
He doesn’t know what. Doesn’t know where the feeling is coming from. But, but, but. Something is wrong.
An abyss is on the other side of the door.
The hallway inside is dark, the lights turned off. There’s a buzzing sound in his ears as his gaze goes down to the floor, and he sees the tracks of blood. He licks his lips, takes a step back and mumbles, ”W-what?” too low to be audible, his throat so dry the words hurt.
Sebastian’s hand lands on his shoulder and he jumps, his bones jittery as he tries to make sense of this. The buzzing grows louder. There is blood… on the floor. The floor has blood on it. Tracks of blood. On the floor.
That’s extremely bad, right?
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Poor jordan headpats him I’m sure everything will be ok~
Thank you for the chapter!! ❤️❤️
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
Finally learning the hard truth… 🥲
Thanks for the chapter!!!
It must’ve been a shock to poor Jordan but it’s OK!! Sebstian is here for you, he’ll take good care of our boy Jordan.
Oh no! This seems bad but thanks for the chapter!
thanks for the chapter! ♡
aw… poor baby,, he’s frightened… OKAY NOW GO BACK TO SEBASTIANS HOUSE QUICK!!!!!!!!