OOC: SCENARIO 6
Scenario requirements: 450 words
Characters involved: Lorena Montford
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45/100 Infection
After meeting what seemed like her first real person since her escape from the casino Lorena was weary and had almost wandered off again. But she’d spotted a familiar face, on the ground, and had gone over. There was Durza, down on the ground near the Thorns. She didn’t know what was wrong with him but a couple slaps and he was back to his gold old shape. But had it really been Durza? She didn’t know, hadn’t stayed around long enough to figure out before the whispering and scratching got to her. She needed to leave, leave this hospital and…
Lorena’s thoughts were too fractured for her to care; she wandered off aimlessly again, lost in thought and whispers. The hospital loomed over her, she sneaked glances it’s a couple of times just waiting for something to come and grab her. Granted staying outside probably hadn’t been the best idea either, things could get her. That or thorns could get her again and kidnap her for real. She was sure they’d snatch her and she’d forever be lost in them… Maybe she was going insane because all she could see was the fog getting closer and closer to her.
No… That couldn’t be. Lorena was imagining things again, or was she? Too many whispers, she couldn’t keep a coherent thought going at once. Again she noticed that the fog was getting closer to her as if wanting to grip her. Again, Lorena moved away. It couldn’t be getting closer to her. Fog was just… Fog.
“Hurby?” She yelled out into the darkness. And then as if being gripped and pulled back the fog encircles her in its prison. The whispers that spoke softly in the background seemed to get louder and louder now, yelling at her through the fog. Lorena tried to run but found that it was useless. She was totally and completely lost in the fog.
“No need to run.” Lorena says to herself.
“You can’t go anywhere.” She says once again to herself, voice different.
Lorena is no longer herself, she’s someone else, no she’s many someone else’s. She can’t tell the difference between any one. Them, they, her. It’s all one person. They’re all Lorena.
“You’ll never find Hurby.” They snicker menacingly, she snickers at herself.
“You’ll never find yourself!”
“STOP!” This one, this voice, Lorena knows it is her own and she clings to it. To her sanity. Slowly after what feels like hours of endless walking the fog begins to thin out. The whispers begin to die down to the back of her mind. Lorena doesn’t feel any better though. She’s so alone, so completely alone and it is the most terrifying thing she’s ever experienced.
