Curate, connect, and discover
Travelling through the woods was a bad idea during the day, but in the middle of the night, alone, it was downright idiotic.
Now Joel's cold (should've brought a sweater like Grian told him to, but, in his defence, that would have ruined his outfit) and wet (fell in a creek) and dirty (fell in a blummin' creek) and he wants to kill himself (no elaboration necessary).
As he's walking, his foot suddenly catches on a branch, pulling him forward and, oh, shoot, he goes falling backwards into the mud and bugs and god-knows-what. And is that a rip in his favourite shirt? Because if it is he's going to burn this entire forest down to the ground and–
"Who are you?"
Joel startles so hard he thinks he may have just had a mini heart attack. Hand on his chest, he catches his breath, craning his head to look up at who just spoke to him.
Oh.
Oh.
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