my first fic after brain damage 🎀
adult brian handles the laura moser situation
The metallic stench of blood was familiar to Brian by now, the way it hung thick in the air, so thick and pungent that he could almost taste it with each breath, copper on his tongue- that wasn’t out of the ordinary. The way it mixed with the tang of rust and the saltiness of the sea that slipped in through the cracks of the shipping container, less so.
Brian’s hands trembled as he knelt by his mother’s lifeless body. Jeans soaked up her blood greedily. The cold, wet floor beneath him seemed to leech the warmth from his skin, intensifying the lack of insulation the metal gifted. The world outside was distant and unreal, a stark contrast to the horror contained within this claustrophobic tomb.