|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 1:38 pm
Hell is boredom.
Paul may have survived, he may have come back down to sanity, but the boredom of his own self quarantine, away from the infected and the disease. For weeks, months, long days and nights, he paced around his small room, going out only to take care of his business and drink.
But the boredom was only a price to pay. HE was the safe one, the uninfected, and when the rescue teams came, he would be the one that would be able to go back, back to his old house in Liverpool, alone, back to normal.
That is, until this morning.
It had been a long and restless night, nightmares, dreams, a voice that was calling to him, calling him to the water, to swim...luckily, this was only a dream, so he went, wandering through the jungle, bypassing the camp and taking a cool swim in the lagoon's waters. Then came the pain, the horrible pain of something alien, something terrible, something inhuman.
Paul awoke screaming, his voice hoarse, the bright morning light coming through the decrepit blinds, echoing across the camp.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 1:52 pm
Leonard had finally moved back to the base. He'd taken some supplies for himself, using the sling Alcine had made for him. sometime soon he'd have to get the raincoats back to her. Well, one of them at least. It was nice to have something to wear over his back for a change.
Like Paul, Leonard woke up to screaming, though it was Paul's, not his, that woke him. It sounded like someone was being murdered or something. Had someone snapped? Aiden must be killing someone, he thought. Still half asleep, Leonard wasn't thinking straight. Waking up more, he realized whoever it was was still screaming. Getting out of his own makeshift bed, Leonard stumbled outside, into the blinding sunlight.
Following the screams, he found them coming from a building not far from his own. Pushing open the door, he was greeted with an unpleasant sight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:09 pm
His body was aflame.
Everything felt different, his hands, his toes, his chest, his soul...it felt like something was trying to force Paul Shears out of the way, his entire being mixing together like an electric blender.
Then the warmth, like he was being poured back into a mold. But the mold...it was changing. His hands and feet were merging, different, a skin, a new body. Paul leaned his head back, tense. He didn't even notice that the other one had arrived.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:49 pm
Leonard looked on horrified as Paul changed. He'd only seen a couple changes so far, and he hadn't been paying attention much when Wesley had changed. So this was something he was NOT used to seeing, if one could be used to seeing it.
Paul's hands and feet were blackening, as though they'd been burnt. Leonard quickly looked away and covered his ears, waiting for the change, and the screaming, to be over.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
