[ So far, this place was a total nightmare. But between the chaotic state of events back home, and some actual nightmares he had while using, he wasn't sure if he could call this worse yet. It wasn't how he'd pictured Hell, not that he was sure there was a point believing in things like that anyway. In all honesty though, he couldn't say if he knew he was still alive at all. He couldn't even say if he was conscious. He could still be in a coma. This could all be in his head. Or he could be crazy, and seeing things as they weren't.
But he wasn't to the level of having another series of panic attacks over it, because he felt somewhat vindicated by what Mom and Travis had seen when Calvin got up from being dead, just like Gloria but with Less blood. He was dead, but he kept getting back up, and everyone had seen. And then it kept happening, with people on the street, the neighbors. The were dead, and still moving, and wanted to attack everyone, though he didn't know why. He knew it was real, everyone saw it...
This was different. He hadn't found anyone he knew yet. He had been wandering the dark streets for hours, and having a hard time finding anyone at all, when suddenly, noises. Moaning, pained. Sounds that made him think of whatever was happening to everyone back home, making him stop and become extra alert. He was terrified, but for some reason, his body kept moving forwards. It was as if he was disconnected by the fear, but it ran on autopilot anyway.
It was when the freakish creature, like the walking dead back home but deformed, fast, enraged... And deformed. The beast's tongue shot out like a lizard, inhumanly long and flickering about like a snake. Horror and shock snapped Nick back into his body, and with a loud noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a yelp, he tumbled over backwards, sliding against the wall, skipping off and flailing against gravity to bound off the sidewalk and flee down a side-street. What the Hell was that?! ]
SCENARIO TWO
[ Now feeling faint from all the banging and shouting he's done around the perimeter of the room - to no avail; either no one is out there, or no one cares (or maybe they just can't hear him scream) - Nick slides down a wall and sinks his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.
Finally he looks up, pale, eyes wide, but looking resolved. ] Well, gotta do what you gotta do, right? At least he's not still alive.
[ He yanks the knife out with determination at first, but stalls, rolling it around in the palm of his hand, clearly hesitating. A sharp intake through his nose suggests he's trying to psych himself up to start jabbing at the corpse's chest. ]
nick clark | fear the walking dead
SCENARIO ONE
[ So far, this place was a total nightmare. But between the chaotic state of events back home, and some actual nightmares he had while using, he wasn't sure if he could call this worse yet. It wasn't how he'd pictured Hell, not that he was sure there was a point believing in things like that anyway. In all honesty though, he couldn't say if he knew he was still alive at all. He couldn't even say if he was conscious. He could still be in a coma. This could all be in his head. Or he could be crazy, and seeing things as they weren't.
But he wasn't to the level of having another series of panic attacks over it, because he felt somewhat vindicated by what Mom and Travis had seen when Calvin got up from being dead, just like Gloria but with Less blood. He was dead, but he kept getting back up, and everyone had seen. And then it kept happening, with people on the street, the neighbors. The were dead, and still moving, and wanted to attack everyone, though he didn't know why. He knew it was real, everyone saw it...
This was different. He hadn't found anyone he knew yet. He had been wandering the dark streets for hours, and having a hard time finding anyone at all, when suddenly, noises. Moaning, pained. Sounds that made him think of whatever was happening to everyone back home, making him stop and become extra alert. He was terrified, but for some reason, his body kept moving forwards. It was as if he was disconnected by the fear, but it ran on autopilot anyway.
It was when the freakish creature, like the walking dead back home but deformed, fast, enraged... And deformed. The beast's tongue shot out like a lizard, inhumanly long and flickering about like a snake. Horror and shock snapped Nick back into his body, and with a loud noise that sounded somewhere between a scream and a yelp, he tumbled over backwards, sliding against the wall, skipping off and flailing against gravity to bound off the sidewalk and flee down a side-street. What the Hell was that?! ]
SCENARIO TWO
[ Now feeling faint from all the banging and shouting he's done around the perimeter of the room - to no avail; either no one is out there, or no one cares (or maybe they just can't hear him scream) - Nick slides down a wall and sinks his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.
Finally he looks up, pale, eyes wide, but looking resolved. ] Well, gotta do what you gotta do, right? At least he's not still alive.
[ He yanks the knife out with determination at first, but stalls, rolling it around in the palm of his hand, clearly hesitating. A sharp intake through his nose suggests he's trying to psych himself up to start jabbing at the corpse's chest. ]