[He opens his eyes and finds he's laying face first in what smells like swampy, wet, diseased ass, all too familiar with that scent, distant in his memory as it may be, and then focuses to see that he's alarmingly close to barbed wire. Live barbed wire. Old barbed wire, familiar barbed wire, wire he hasn't seen in a long time and has never ever wanted to see again. Barbed wire with that sign, and that's enough to send him stumbling up and reeling back so hard he can swear his heart is in his throat.
Breathe, man, maybe light a sm- his cigarettes are just as wet and soiled as the side of his trousers are. Fuck.
And then he gets the feeling of being watched, hears the scream of sirens and roar of engines overhead, shivers as he finally notices his breath turn to mist in the cold and feels it creep its way in through the damp. Turns his head, fully expecting to see Rey watching him in that creepy way of hers, perfectly willing to blame her, and gets a full view of
No.
His first thought is that he should just run himself right into that electric fence.]
Netherlands | halfway through or so
Breathe, man, maybe light a sm- his cigarettes are just as wet and soiled as the side of his trousers are. Fuck.
And then he gets the feeling of being watched, hears the scream of sirens and roar of engines overhead, shivers as he finally notices his breath turn to mist in the cold and feels it creep its way in through the damp. Turns his head, fully expecting to see Rey watching him in that creepy way of hers, perfectly willing to blame her, and gets a full view of
No.
His first thought is that he should just run himself right into that electric fence.]