The kid doesn't stop. Even as Lindianne gains on him, it's obvious that the kid is terrified of the both of them.
It's cold in the depths of the stadium. The heat's not going; there's no one to keep the systems running. Even the hallway is dim. There are battery-powered lanterns set around on piles of debris and boxes. Someone's been trying to make a decent run of it down here.
The kid doesn't stop running. He takes off like a shot towards the clubhouse. He gets there half a step ahead of Lindianne. She grabs him by the shoulder, turning him around to face her. "Hey, hey, wait, slow down!" The hoodie falls back.
Poor kid looks about 10, all freckles on his nose and big brown eyes. He flails, knocking himself loose. She backs away, hands raised. He's skinny. Pale.
"Sweetie, what're you doing in here?!"
The answer comes from the locker room. There's a terrified whimper from inside. After a moment, a little girl in pigtails pokes her head out into the hallway. And if the boy in the hoodie looks young, she looks even younger. She's probably barely older than 7. They both have the same brown hair.
Lindianne inhales sharply through her teeth. "Oh my God. Voodoo, weapon down."
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It's cold in the depths of the stadium. The heat's not going; there's no one to keep the systems running. Even the hallway is dim. There are battery-powered lanterns set around on piles of debris and boxes. Someone's been trying to make a decent run of it down here.
The kid doesn't stop running. He takes off like a shot towards the clubhouse. He gets there half a step ahead of Lindianne. She grabs him by the shoulder, turning him around to face her. "Hey, hey, wait, slow down!" The hoodie falls back.
Poor kid looks about 10, all freckles on his nose and big brown eyes. He flails, knocking himself loose. She backs away, hands raised. He's skinny. Pale.
"Sweetie, what're you doing in here?!"
The answer comes from the locker room. There's a terrified whimper from inside. After a moment, a little girl in pigtails pokes her head out into the hallway. And if the boy in the hoodie looks young, she looks even younger. She's probably barely older than 7. They both have the same brown hair.
Lindianne inhales sharply through her teeth. "Oh my God. Voodoo, weapon down."