While barely on the edge of waking consciousness, this felt a lot like drowning. Something in the depths of her mind remembered it, the accidental ease of it, the serenity of letting it take her over; but there was no welcoming calm for her at the end of it, and she had begun to feel more restless than at peace. Everything was cold and nothing made sense and every part of her screamed to breathe at once.
She woke with a harsh gasp and a startled gulp of air, eyes already wide in a panic. The recognition that this wasn't right again was immediate, and a cry strangled out of her throat as she tried to think and couldn't. Her hands shook as steadily as the buzzing that wouldn't stop, even when she pressed her hands to her ears and tried to shut it all out. It only led to the discovery that she couldn't shut it out when it was already in, and the panicked surge of adrenaline washed over her in waves again, numbing her beyond even what her lifelessly-cold state caused.
'They did not tell you.'
"Get out," she shrieked, fingers prickling with pins and needles as she clawed at her temples in a frenzied rejection of the intruder. Nothing hurt or felt like much of anything at all - except what was inside her brain, tearing through it with blunted shears of disruption and agony that left uneven edges in their wake.
'I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening.'
The screeching pain of its last word was indistinguishable from her own screaming, and she woke gasping for air again, having emptied her lungs on a sound nothing heard. There was a heavy thump like a heartbeat, and her thoughts came and went with the pulse of it: where was Robert, why was she here--where was Robert, why was she alone--where was Robert, when had she lost her mother--where was Robert and Lucky and Shu and--
Then she felt it latch onto her, with a pain so immense that it pierced through the numbness: thorns sinking like fangs into her leg as she felt it begin to drag her in. None of her kicking and screaming and attempts to dig her nails in and stop it seemed to do anything, and Mimsy stopped believing that she was brave enough to do this.
As if to answer her, it showed her then that she was not alone, not exactly. Not who she sought, but something. Another consciousness, another entity. The sight of it was easily recognizable, and would have made her sick anyway, even if she hadn't stared. She made the connection, she understood, she knew that she would be part of this, she would--no, no. no.
"No--!" The word finally made it out of her mouth, and she'd been trying so long that the sound of it startled her. "No, I will not. No! No, please. Please! This is not what I want! I cannot do this!"
The more she pleaded, the more she understood, the less she wanted to.
"Please. Please." Her hands were barely pawing at the vines, weak in her lack of conviction, her body forgetting her cause. "Help, I...Robert, can you hear me? Help. Can anyone...is there anyone..."
So much of her felt drained and weary, confused at her unwillingness to accept this, gently coaxing her to come along now. So much of her had forgotten the fear of being replaced, of not knowing which of her was real any more, of fighting for her own identity with something that looked and thought like her. The part that remained and remembered was frightened and didn't want to feel so tired; when it tried, she sobbed with broken noises and words that no longer came out. It held all of the things it tried to save from the fire that claimed everything around it, held rings and pictures and words of importance, and tried to be strong as its toes began to burn.
"Alice?" With so little left within her, she found every last bit of it and spoke to the only one that she believed had any chance of hearing her. "Alice? I do not...I tried, Alice. We tried. If it was enough, then--when I do not go home, please..."
It felt like the favor she hoped for, the question she'd meant to ask, was just on the tip of her tongue. Then there was nothing, and then there was nothing but to welcome it, and she did, and she understood.
This was not so different from what a lost little girl aspired to so long ago, seeking an immortality within knowledge, all for a sense of belonging. Now that she had it, it meant nothing, just like her.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 3:53 am
[ Dream Scenario : Caroline ]
In her dreams there was always a certain safety and solace, especially from herself. This was true for every dream that strayed away from the line that crossed into nightmares, and as far as Caroline was concerned, this seemed to be a good one. She was happy, felt happy, could remember being happy, and the thoughts passed over her like a breeze fragrant with wildflowers, picking up the scattered pieces of every tiny seed planted in her head to stir it back up again.
It warmed her skin like the sun as it murmured all the pleasant things about a home that no longer existed: one that had been gone for now half of her life, lost in the storm that came when she wanted more than loving her.
The storm rolled and churned and darkened her mind, sweeping her towards a place full of monsters that she had never called home. That place felt like a sea and she knew that it was pulling her under, the currents dancing in circles as they dragged her towards the dark waters that she would never be free from.
Instead it swept her towards a door, and to save herself she let it all in.
[ Black Door ]
There was blood on her hands and she felt immeasurably proud of her victory.
For a monster, it broke just like a human would. It bled like a human, warm and red, until it could not bleed any more. It even pleaded like a human would, crying 'mother' as if it truly were the child it claimed to be. For a thing made of darkness, it had been an impressively convincing human. If not for her, no one ever would have known. If not for her, it might still be alive, and it would always put them in danger.
She split its chest and cut out its heart with the intent of displaying its infallible proof, but its heart was no different from a human's. Desperation sent her tearing into it, and all she found was more of the very same. More red to coat her hands, more muscle, more tissue.
Useless.
It didn't matter; they believed her, because that is what she made them. They ate from her palm until they had their fill of numbers and deception. He didn't question her sanity and lock her away and forbid her from running. Everyone celebrated her willingness to support them in her their quest for its defeat. No one worried over what she'd done, because this meant that they had won, and that it would all be over.
But it wasn't. She called them her children and they learned that they were, and the longer they believed it, the more they saw the darkness in their siblings, like the darkness that stole the one before them. Each believed that the darkness had taken another, and she could not ever deny it. He looked to her in question, seeking an answer if this was another test, and she gave only reassurance. Even though she couldn't see what they saw, even though she knew with certainty that nothing had changed in them, a question now would be a question about the first - and that could simply not be afforded.
They turned their weapons on each other. Weapons she had trained them to use in hopes of ensuring their safety now caused their demise, and when each fallen child was no longer breathing, every single one looked as human as it had after their very first victory.
Every one of her dead children looked as human as the first, because they were.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 3:54 am
[ Dream Scenario : Caroline ]
When the dream shattered and faded away, she was still staring at her hands. She was staring, and even in a dream she was crying, consumed by the pain of her loss. There was no blood on her hands, but she feared there would be soon, if she couldn't find them and save them. If she couldn't plead for them to understand that she might be mistaken. If she couldn't hold his hands to keep the dagger away from her human daughter's heart.
She shoved through the first door she came to, wrongly assuming that it would be her escape from this.
[ Violet Door ]
It only took one single lie about who she was. That was all she'd needed to be part of this from the beginning, and had been all she'd needed to join Corey and Charlie in leading the survivors who now called the University home.
It only took one lie to begin it, but her kindness was honest, and her interest was genuine, as was her desire to help them all go on living the best lives that they could. She was accepting and welcoming, and loved each of them as if they were her own, or as if they were someone she could have loved. At times she had difficulty showing it, forgetting her own way as she tried to help lead the others. There were spans of days that found her lost in a panic of her own doing, trapped in a place where the only answer was nine but there was never enough of them. She scared some by not making sense, and others by being uncomfortably unpredictable. She scared herself by encouraging more than a fleeting interest.
In the month that they had been together, she had learned so much about them, and they had learned slightly less about her in return. She held her tongue for their safety, and answered one question with another when she couldn't find something to say that felt comfortable. She encouraged their friendships and teamwork, and watched safely from the sidelines just to feel part of it. They were a family now, and to avoid the risk of anyone becoming 'lost', they endeavored to follow Corey's directions and never leave anyone behind.
So when she opened her eyes to find them all around her, returning to a state more like herself than the creature she'd just been, she thought that her family - the only people she cared about in what was left of this world - had seen beyond the monster she became when her fears and dishonesty wound themselves together and consumed her. She thought that they would look at her and still want her guidance, or help, or hugs, or kisses, or love, because the darkness had changed none of that. She thought that they could see this, and that they had come to find her.
And they had, but not to take her home.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 4:35 am
[ Rescuer POV ]
Milo wakes slowly, head aching with a presence. There were vines everywhere, causing the werewolf to wonder when it was he had fallen asleep. Had these vines always been here? Had they always pulsed like that? Staring at it was making him ill, so he looked down at the floor, shutting his eyes tight. A vine wrapped tightly around his leg and began to drag him. At first he tried to resist, head aching with the unknown presence, but he gained an understanding.
As he understood, he felt the body he was in relax. He was part of something more than just himself. Memories? He did his best to keep those from fading, even with his new understanding. They slipped from his grasp as his mind fogged further.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 5:01 am
[ Victim POV - Blue Door ]
Durza had been dreaming, he was sure of it, standing on a stained glass platform as doors formed into existence before him. It was natural that as a gamer, he would craft this type of a beginning-journey dream, but wasn't this the end of his adventure? He looked down at the platform but couldn't make anything out of the design, nor could he make anything out by looking at the design on each door.
He approached each door in turn, but they were all just doors. He would have to open one to find out what would happen. His reasoning for opening the blue door was that it stood neutral between the white and black doors.
As he stepped out, a world formed around him, his friends, family, pets, all of them were there. It was perfect, until it wasn't. Everything started to fall apart around him, leaving him feeling conflicted; he'd wanted everyone to live but now everything was wrong. The dragons he'd created were being killed, their corpses slamming down and crushing his friends. Durza began to feel numb.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:04 am
[ Victim POV - Violet Door ]
A new set of doors appeared before Durza and he stared at his options. Reaching out for the middle door, with his residual numbness after the blue door.
He was created as a guardian, but to help who, he was never told. With his power to help anyone he could only help everyone. Everyone wished for more and that's what he gave them. He gave all he could for them but it didn't satisfy anyone. They called him a traitor, a mercenary, aiding every side equally without caring for anyone in particular.
Everyone hated him but Durza did not understand, he was only doing what they wanted of him. His friends abandoned him and he was betrayed, hung for crimes against his homeland; the rules that no one had ever told him about.
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[ RESCUER POV ]
Kenta's single amber eye opened and he struggled; when had he fallen asleep? It was cold.. cold and dark all around him and terror filled him; it was far too like water, being pulled under and drowning....
A presence distracted him from the madness and terror that filled his mind, a strange presence, a painful one. "They did not tell you. I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
The voice hurt, each word felt like a blow but he endured and he struggled int he darkness to get away. With the last word he blacked out briefly, and when he shivered awake once more, shaking off hte error slightly, he found himself on the ground surrounded by vines.
Better'n water, he thought briefly as he tried to unsnarl the vines about him, the vines that moved as if alive, that dragged him towards their nexus. He couldn't stare at the brain like nexus; it hurt his eyes like the strange tower had on the roadway.
The vines dragged him further inside, twinning about him until he could do nothing more than writhe and attempt to free himself; only to have them tighten about him.
Words were being said but he couldn't understand them.. they just repeated over and over as he was dragged towards the center.
This is what you are for; you are meant to be part of us, part of something greater! He heard whispered. A small part still resisted, he wasn't! No! "He felt like he was dying again; as parts of him were drained away, memories he didn't want to loose being taken from him again.
Until there was nothing but a speck and he wondered what he was... what he'd ever been...
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:56 am
[ VICTIM POV ]
Anya dreamed and dreamed of the past. Of her memories, of happier times before the infection. Then the memories turned dark as the infection hit, her struggles to survive, the madness that followed. She tried to go back to the happier times... but time moved forward despite her efforts and only the darkness and fear could she see now....
Eventually the dream changed and instead of memories she was walking down a hallway, filled with picture frames. Each frame held a memory, each scene within moved as she passed and showed good times changing to bad. As she walked down the odd hallway, it soon came to an end, with three doors. Each door was more than a door, a feeling, a memory tied into each.
Black, blue and white... Anya always had liked blue, so she opened that one and continued.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: BLUE DOOR ].
She fell through the darkness on the other side, where below her the universe expanded. As she fell and spun through emptiness, she saw her favorite movies and books, her favorite games came to life all around her. Princesses and dragons danced about her, aliens in their spaceships flew by as she fell. Wars were fought and won and lost all around. Heroes and legends were made as she watched. Each story changed and twisted; now the villains were heroes and the princesses the tyrants. The dragons hunted and on the run for their lives. The aliens fighting off Human expansion in a last ditch effort to keep the greedy humans from taking over the universe. Death came to those who shouldn't die and those who had died lived.
Eventually she came to a halt by a star and a world grew before her, time sped up and billions of years passed as it formed, grew, cooled, became a planet.. and the plants and animals began to grow and evolve. She was its creator; its god. What she wanted happened. Empires grew, gold times occurred... but then it fell. War spread all across her world, consumed those she loved and wished to live... she tired to stop it but it happened despite her efforts. Causing the world to shake and shudder, causing ill omens did nothing to stop the wave of war and destruction to destroy what she had created.
She was useless again. Even as a god she couldn't do anything! Her heart shriveled and closed off. What was the use in trying? They just ignored her and kept killing each other. Kept destroying the land upon which they lived.. why bother at all? But that last glimmer of hope would not die. There was always some group that tried to stop it. Small acts of kindness still occurred... rare though they were it kept alive the faint hope that her world would not destroy itself.
Her world shatters; exploding and throwing her out of the dream and into another. She finds herself back in front of the doors.. but now they are different. Vivid red with a strange crown like marking. Deep purple with doors embossed upon it. And a golden door carved with a throne.
She reached for the red door: feelings of anger at being useless resonating with the angry red.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
She was back at her world.. but now it was different. They had made her their god: she had not wanted it. They had wanted death; she had granted it despite wanting life. She had not wanted to destroy the world.. but in their madness and greed her people had given her no other choice.
So to keep them from fighting each other and walking that path of madness and death... she became their enemy. She became the one they fought. Fight me and no other! Let me be your darkness so that you can be the light. Let me be the demon and the shadows so that you don't create them.
Darkness gathered about her as she tore life from limb. As she created places of pain and darkness so that her people would fight her and not give in to their inner darkness. She took over nations only to let them take it back. Let them fight not for land and greed, but to save others. She became the madness the darkness so that they wouldn't.
Maybe it will all end... she could do nothing to halt the tides of death and darkness that came for her world. But perhaps she could stem the tied just a little, get her people strong enough to fight and be more than greedy nations that killed over a single strip of land. Maybe she could keep them from becoming the people they had been.... maybe she could show them the light with her actions.
She could not go back. She could only go forward and hope that they would earn. Eventually she lost even that part of her. Eventually she became strife and madness itself. All she was was darkness. There was nothign else. Let her consume the world.. or no one at all....
She woke up. when had... when had she fallen asleep? Trisha thrashed a bit.
Weapon? What weapon? She shook her head. No, get away from her. she blacked out. And then woke to thumping. That was... no! "Owe!" she tried to protect herself turning to stone but they still continued to wrap around her. She couldn't escape. They surrounded her.
A strange feeling like her min was more less, drifting. She fought it.
Fought as it dragged her. But he struggles slowed more and more until there was nothing.
Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:10 am
[ GREEN DOOR SOLO ]
Another door... another dream. But this one was painful, painful to look at, painful to be near. But she had to open it. She had no where else to go... and somewhere inside her she knew she was at the end. Perhaps death was finally coming for her.. but if so then she could only go forward right? Nothing to lose....
As her hand touched the door knob memories filled her mind. Memories of the infected days... she knew. Knew that she'd been infected. Knew that she was going to die. That this was the end....
But then something happen. Something within her stirred and suddenly there was two of her. Both standing by the door, hands overlapping. Her body and her mind. One devoid of the other. The body left, to go out and fulfill its duty while the mind remained and struggled to escape. To follow.
The body was a legacy! It knew what it had to do. Gather for the greater one, full fill its purpose.
No. The mind whispered. That's not it. Give it back!
The body was one of them... the mind tried to reach out to it, to stop the virus, the infection from taking her body away. Its mine.. give it back!
The figure at the door finally released the handle.. and the world shifted once more.
She was herself.. but not. Not human, no body. All she is is a vague form of memories and feelings surrounded by vines. She reached out to some, asking for a form, needing a form.
Some twined about her and granted her a shape. Not her original shape, but close enough.
Then she found a body. It wasn't hers and that hurt.. but it was the one that matched that shadow. That shadow that she had seen out of the corner of her eyes the few times she'd awoken after the explosion: it was the one who'd saved her.
She looked at the form: a half dead strange wolf man form... more of a boy than man. Perhaps younger than her? She knew it was still alive... despite the obvious half death that it looked she knew. She should have been terrified... but she wasn't.
A kindness for a kindness. She thought as she bent and removed the vines. Then, with strength she hadn't had before, she dragged the wolf boy away, but only as far as she could. The further she got from the center of the vines the less her she was. She stopped as she saw some mist and shapes beyond. They felt.. clean somehow. They can help this boy, she thought and waved the last few pieces of herself to attract their attention. As she heard their voices and saw them come running, she retreated, time to collect the parts she'd lost and find a way out.
She knew she had only some time left before the vines consumed her. She was just left overs at this point... but that meant there was no more fear. She could fight tot he death at least!
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 7:49 am
[ RESCUER POV ]
Ugh... that nap wasn't restful at all.
Wait.
Nap?
The groggy lethargic feeling that engulfed both her mind and body was only overpowered by the restless, uncomfortable feeling that she could only describe as an out-of-body experience. Something else was with her now, something was in her head. Reading her thoughts, implanting messages, speaking of awakenings an--
The second time she awoke, she was more attentive to her surroundings, if only because of the sharp pain emanating from her thigh...the vine. Oh, crap - the vines!
She knew she should struggle. It was instinct. Or wait, was it?
Her thoughts were growing hazy. She wasn't sure what she should be thinking...thinking wasn't what she should be doing...no...she wasn't anything anymore....her family, her friends, Halloween....what was Halloween again? Who was she? Did she have a name?
The imp's fingernails released from around the vine as her body continued to drag closer and closer to the network of vines. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her body fell limp. She was no longer her own self, but a mere fragment of a bigger picture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:26 am
[ VICTIM POV: Lola Malcom ]
She knew she was dreaming.
Lola liked to dream. In her dream world, she could do anything, she could be with anyone, she could have anything she desired. She was her own master in this fantasy, the controller of her own fate. No government, no limitations, no zombie apocalypse to tell her what to do or how to....
The zombie apocalypse.
Memories can rushing back - Al's face, their home, the TV she'd left on back at the house. She'd come up that evening to talk to him about options. To talk about how they would figure out the bail money, about how his hearing would go on Monday.
His hand rubbed against the glass as they spoke through the phone to one another. Hers met his, mirroring his movement as she pretended she could feel his warm, strong hand overtaking hers in the protective way it always managed to make her feel.
She'd gotten up to leave, to sign out in the lobby when the lights had gone out. When the reality of the sickness that had spread through Canada had finally brought chaos down on all of them. Had turned their entire world over.
Sensing the darkness in her dream, she fought for happier thoughts. Thoughts that wouldn't surround the zombies, the prison, the horrible conditions they'd endured.
Suddenly, as if an answer to her subconscious' prayer, three doors appeared. Without a second thought, she moved to walk through the white one, craving the brightness, the relief of the beautiful, calm color.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: WHITE DOOR ]
And then there was nothing.
The room was white. There were no floors, no walls, no ceilings or windows or doors. It was white. A state of white and she was the only object in it.
Memories of her family remained with her, of thoughts of the dreams she had once the apocalypse ended, the things she and Al had promised each other that they'd do together...all of the thoughts began to slip away, the dreams and aspirations began to fade as she waited in the room. Waited and waited for....for what, exactly?
Time passed. It felt like days. No, weeks. No, years. Time was no longer a measurement, there was no longer any time. There simply was just a state of being now. There is nothing to look at, there is nothing to do. Waiting. All that can be done is waiting.
Suddenly, a voice appeared - from where?
"Lola, honey. Lola, it's me. I'm so glad I found you - come on, let's go."
The voice makes her heart soar, the warmth that had been gone for so long now swelling from within her. Scrambling to her feet, she followed the voice through the door (door? When had that appeared?) and into an overwhelming world that took her breath away.
She was home.
Not the home they were in when the apocalypse occurred, no, but this was the home she and Al had always talked of. There was a large hallway, coupled next to a beautiful set of stairs with an elegant railing, swirling all the way up towards a balcony hiding what she already knew would be a gorgeous second floor to their magnificent home.
Walking through the hall, she could smell the dinner coming from the kitchen. Not the old, familiar smells of microwaving TV dinners but the smell of how her grandmother would cook for New Years day, right before she and grandpa got over their hangovers. It was wonderful.
Fingers trailed the walls, bumping into beautiful frames picturing them - Al looked so strapping and she clearly had lost all that extra weight she'd wanted to lose. The sound of a small dog barked, turning her head. The bark was followed by a giggle and her heart nearly stopped as she watched a small Yorkie bounce into the hallway, trailed behind by a small child, a little boy. She had never seen the little boy before, but she knew from the moment her eyes laid on him that he was hers. Her precious little boy that they'd wanted for so long, dreamed about for so long.
As she stared at the two playmates, the picture on the wall fell, crashing and splintering into hundreds of glass shards. This confused her at first - it had been firmly nailed to the wall. What happened?
Moving her gaze from the fallen portrait, she now stared at the body of a puppy, feet away from the frame. How had it died? It hadn't been hit by the frame, had it?
Her head tilted as her senses attempted to fight the overwhelming feeling and instead try to piece together the confusion.
It was only as she looked up that she screamed in horror. No words or noise left her mouth, despite the force she was screaming with. There, in Al's hands, was their son. His neck was contorted, head twisted in such a way that could only mean one thing.
No. No, no, no, no.
Neither of them spoke, but Al's gaze was possessive. She could feel his anger, she could sense that he was furious. She was giving other things the attention he deserved and he didn't like that.
He dropped the child as if he was carelessly discarding trash. His priorities lay elsewhere - ripping at the stairwell banister she'd been cherishing, smashing his large fist into the wall of the expensive wallpaper she'd eyed for years, always too poor to be able to justify buying.
She ran. She knew she had to hide, to get away from this madness, this insanity. Lola ran....and came across three more doors.
The colors did not matter. She just had to get away from this nightmare. Pushing through the red door, she closed her eyes and felt the world around her changing.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
She was power.
There was no reflection for her to look in, but she had no reason to. She was beautiful in her power and she was both fear and law to her subjects.
At one point, she had been content with her place in life. But the others were not. The others had begged for direction, begged for law and guidance. They had begged for death and they wanted it through her.
And she gave herself to them. She saw the death they desired and she gave it to them. She created plagues and misfortune to curse those who had begged. If she did not, they would create far worse things for themselves, a dark secret she held close to her heart as she continued her reign of destruction. It was up to her to seal their fates and in turn, sealed her own and of those she loved dearest.
Everything was destined to die. She was just arranging the pieces together on their behalves.
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She was alone. And had been alone. She could not remember how long had passed, the days blended together. There was day and then night. And she was alone.
And it was silent. Not even birds visited her.
She was alone.
and then one day a friend spoke to her and reached into her cage. that until this moment she hadn't realized was there.
Out side was colorful. Like a fairy tail with color and smells and fruits and leaves. It was overwhelming, she wanted to go back to her quiet cage of nothingness.
But slowly she moved out.
But as she touched things they broke and feel away. she turned and her friend was breaking the things.
Tears formed in her eyes. "No please I'll go back just leave them be."
and back to the cage she went and wrapped herself tighter with in the loneliness.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
she didn't want to open any of the doors, but she choose this one.
immediately she regretted it.
She heard gun fire.
they wanted the gun fire. They wanted the death. She couldn't figure out why.
Slowly though she wrecks havoc, killing those who ask to die and sparing the strong. She wasn't sure why or how, but only the strong lived. the rest died.
The rest died at her hands. so many Jane does...who's blood washed the streets.
She tried not to see. Not to feel. This strange dream was not her own. Get her out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2015 10:07 am
[ RESCUER (NURCHAMA) POV ]
Nurchama shifted a bit, attempting to become comfortable before his brain caught up with his body. Jolting as his mind woke up, he realized that he couldn't remember when he had fallen asleep, and had no idea where he was. Fear filled his heart for a long second before he heard a voice in his head.
The words were stinging, jarring in a way as they whispered through his mind and around his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but all he could do was focus on the disgusting words ringing in his head.
As the words continued, it became too hard to manage, and he found himself losing all sense of himself once more. He didn't have time to think over the words, or wonder what they could mean, as the darkness settled in his mind.
When he woke up again, it was from a sharp pain moving up his leg. He groaned and finally was able to open his eyes (or were they open the entire time?) and get an idea of what was going on around him. Specifically, he looked down to his leg and groaned at the vines that were wrapping around them, realizing he was being dragged through. As he looked around the room, he found himself getting sick while he moved, the walls covered with the same, pulsing vines. All of a sudden, he understood in a way what he was.
He was nothing, and everything.
As he was dragged toward the center, Nurchama tried to struggle, but he felt himself falling. His body began to refuse, but his mind rebelled. Or tried to. Eventually, he began to fade away, his thoughts and needs. He felt like everything and nothing, like he was meant for more and simply a small fleck in this sea of vines.
As his mind began to fade, he felt himself fall apart, and become nothing at all.
Kelly was at home. Not the campus, but home. In the fields with the sun shining, she was surrounded by space and air and sunlight. Letting out a deep breath, Kelly moved away from the steps of her house, although she noted the sounds of her parents and dogs running around behind her. As she walked further into the distance, her world began to shift. The first day of college, the first classes, the first parties and friends. Everything moved around her and created a new world for her to live.
And then, Day Zero.
Fear filled her as she hid in the darkness of the library, the sounds of screaming and explosions rocking the night. It had been the longest night of her life, and it took a long time to realize that dawn had come in a haze. As she moved, walked out and into the open, she saw death and she saw fear. It took a day for her to find the others, to congregate into the dorms and settle in to perceived safety. It took months for her to accept that she had become something more in the land after Day Z.
The friendships, the memories, and the new purpose she had. It all flashed in front and around her as she moved, before fading into a haze and leaving her to face three doors.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: BLUE DOOR ]
As she approached the blue door, one that she felt the safest with as it matched so much. It reminded her of the sky, of the sea, and of the jerseys that all of her faction had worn. When she pushed the door, she suddenly was pulled inside, and the world began to spin once more.
She stood above and away from the world, and watched as it formed into the perfect fantasy. Sprawling forests of the brightest greens, water of the clearest blues, and homes that smoked with clear warmth. It was safety and it was serenity. It was peace and it was happiness. It was everything she dreamed of, but would never witness...until now.
A smile pulled at her cheeks, one of the first real smiles she had shown in a long while. She was content, and she felt she could sit there for ages and just watch as the people moved and lived. Eventually, however, the peace began to wane. People began to explore, and to fight, and to cause war. She tried to help, to give them boundaries but they always pushed. She tried to save one, but then three others died.
All she could do is watch as everything fell apart in her hands, and the peaceful world she created began to rot. Every thing she did had an impact, and she could only question if she made the right choice. How could she save everyone and no one at the same time? As she grew numb, she watched as the world began to burn, preying a new one would rise from the ashes.
Then, everything shattered.
[ DREAM SCENARIO: VIOLET DOOR ]
Kelly found herself back in the faded room, three new doors in front of her. Trying to push past what had just happened, she rushed toward the violet door and pushed it open. Once again, she was sucked into the door and the world around her began to spin into a new image.
It was familiar. The trees, the water, and the people all were familiar and yet she couldn't remember why. Kelly stood over, and suddenly she knew her purpose. She was there to guide and to shape, and to help them thrive. Everyone was there for her to help, and she didn't ask any questions as she continued to push through and solve problems.
Everyone seemed so happy...until they didn't. Suddenly, she was being screamed at, voices all around her calling her a traitor. Her family, her friends, no one understood and all assumed. So she continued to give, and continued to be scorned, until it was too much. In her blind sorrow, she was struck down, and no one understood why she did it. As she fell, the world changed, and she was back in a room with a single green door.
OOC
Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
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