Bravowoman hadn’t been home long when she heard her phone go off. Concerned that something might have happened to Avery, she rushed to check it. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything like that. Hopefully Myo was okay though.
[Text] Yeah, no problem.
Reverse wasn’t home and probably wouldn’t be for a while, as far as she knew. And if Myo needed privacy from the rest of them, she’d just text them to stay away.
[Text] You know where I live, right?
[Text] Do you need any help getting here?
[Text] I will.
He turned off his phone and stuffed it back into his scarf, then closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. His nerves were completely shot. He was hungry and thirsty and tired and sore all over. He was not happy at all. He didn’t have the strength or willpower to get up and make himself any food today. He wondered if she would let him have some water when he got there. Or maybe even juice? That’d be really nice.
He stood on shaky legs, feeling weak and almost jelly-like. It took a lot of effort just to leave his room and walk through the house to reach the front door. He briefly considered leaving a note, just incase he was still gone when Delta returned. But they probably wouldn’t even notice he was gone. Heck, maybe they finally left and weren’t coming back. If they still cared about him, they would probably text him anyways.
He grabbed a spare key and stowed it away in his scarf, locked the door behind himself, and was finally on his way. He was lucky to be living in a nice, quiet suburb on the outskirts of the city. People didn’t bother them, knowing an Anon lived there. It was a lot nicer than the Bombshelter, in his opinion.
His walk into the city was fairly peaceful. He was too focused on his horrible anxiety and the voices in his head to really pay any mind to anyone else. He heeded Bravowoman’s word and was careful, however. He didn’t jump across rooftops, avoided alleyways and anyone who struck him as scary, shady, or “off”, didn’t draw any attention to himself, used the crosswalks properly, and paid attention to where he was walking.
Eventually, he realized he was close to her home. Only a couple streets away. Thank goodness. The walk was mostly a blur, but he was glad that it was almost over anyways.
He paused at a light and waited patiently for the cars to stop and for the go-ahead to keep on going. He could see her place from here. He was so close, finally. As the light changed to indicate that it was safe to walk, he eagerly picked up the pace to get there faster.
He was too focused on his goal to notice the car coming straight for him. He didn’t realize it was there until he heard gasps and cries of horror, followed by the screeching of tires, and found himself lying on the pavement. And then he felt the pain.