Literature
S o M: Ch 1- Visibility Low *Updated*
Danny POV
November 30, 2026
25…26…27…28…29…30.
Bag him.
My hands are already back on his chest, pressing down with everything I’ve got.
1…2…3…
A rapid rhythm. Stayin' Alive helps me keep time. The name always felt appropriate.
Motorcycle versus semi. No helmet. Guy's lucky he still has his brains on the inside.
Now it's my job to make sure he keeps his pulse. Long enough to hand him off.
My rhythm falters for a breath as a familiar voice slides through my mind—soft, smooth, and commanding.
“Come to me...”
A woman's voice. A strange accent I can never place. The same one that’s been haunting me for months.
I force my hands back into rhythm, my ribs throbbing in protest as I yell toward the front. “Snodgrass, tell me we’re almost there!”
“Two minutes!”
The rig lurches hard as we take the Leon Sullivan exit.
Almost there.
The whisper finishes her thought, low and insistent.
“…Obey”
Always like that, three words, then one. Never changing.
The monitor finally gives me something
