Rarl: Just Think Positive

0.8 ✬ Bulgar

❝You're So Down To Earth
And Im up in the Stars
Show me the Sea
And I'll Take you to Mars❞
- Eli Till
Earth And Mars and
Everything far

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𝕊omeone was trying to break in.

Ron awoke with a gasp, the blue covers of his bed peeled off his body as he jerked into a seating position, panic set off in his body like never before felt. It wasn't usual for bulgars to make it to the houses of the safe-zone, especially the ones in center town.

Someone was by his window, a dark silhouette of a person, working on his window, hands busy from finding a way inside and before Ron could do anything, the burglar had dislodged the screen from the window and unlocked the window itself right after.

Ron threw the covers over his head, hiding under the blue blanket with robots of all colours printed on it and hoped the bulgar wouldn't notice him as he stepped foot inside his room. Hoped it was just one of his stupid friends throwing a stupid prank and after a little scare they would burst into laughter, but this persons silhouette didn't look like anyone he had known.

His heartbeat went off like a rocket, shaking his chest with panic and fear, his breath equally as quick, just that it was harder to breath from the stale air that his blanket provided under it and he was sure that if he bulgar wouldn't get him, his blanket would do the job of taking his life.

The steps drew closer, neared his bed and his brain worked in high speed, thinking about a possible way he could survive this, escape of this fatal situation a bulgar has pushed him into.

The butter knife! He remembered, it was on top of the drawer next to his bed, covered in leftovers of the bread spread he had smeared on his toast earlier that day.
Maybe if he was quick enough, he could reach out and attack the bulgar before he could attack him. Or if he was unlucky, or too slow, the bulgar would find the knife before him and use it against him. Actually, who was he kidding, did he really think a bulgar wouldn't already have a weapon within him? A much better one as well, a sword, a gun, maybe an axe, all horror movie like. All Rick Grimes-like

The steps neared, he had to act now, but he didn't move from his spot, he was frozen in place, pinned by his fear. At any given moment now, fate would decide upon his measly life. If the defenceless, blond boy, naked safe for his undies, hiding pathetically under his covers, would have himself dead or if not, then-

"Hey"

A single word and the air from his lungs got pressed out, numbing his senses. He peeked out of the blanket, slowly, and there, he could barely recognise the features of the person, but the voice didn't delude

"Blondie? You scared, have enough air down there?" He asked, and from the tone of his voice Ron could make out a sneer. But that wasn't what irritated him, it was the name he called him with - Blondie

Ron concentrated on breathing before he moved to the edge of his bed and sat up with his legs dangling from the frame
"You need somethin'?" He asked cautiously, seeing him so close up in a place where he could easily attack him, made him seem rather intimidating to the blond. After all this could've been an ambush, they still didn't know much about the new people and new people also brought new dangers, risks.