Mission #010 [Video/Action]
Jun. 2nd, 2016 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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[Light falls onto his closed eyes. That isn't right. God, oh god, where is he? He waits for it, for the all consuming hunger to overtake him, for the death rattle cough that the dead have, but it's the third day and he's still waiting, swears he can feel the tickle at the back of his throat, but he's at the point where he just hopes someone shoots him point blank, ends it all.
The bites hurt. He keeps scratching at them. The blood is dry by now but they still itch, he can still feel them everywhere he got bitten.
And he still wouldn't change it, not when Sara, when his baby was in trouble.
But there's light now. He hasn't seen light since he'd shut himself in the bin, made sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. Maybe he's dead? Maybe there really is a heaven and he's going to look properly and see pearly gates and all that stuff. It'd be a bit embarrassing honestly.
Except it's a pretty rubbish heaven if he's still covered in zombie bites so maybe someone just opened the top of the bin.
He should actually look shouldn't he?
He opens his eyes finally, sees flawless blue sky. When he turns his head, he sees green. A hedge. And just beyond that the peaked roof of-]
Fuck.
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Action: Some time later
[Sam has rarely looked this pale and hurt, even last time he vanished and returned covered in bruises. There's a nasty looking bite mark just visible on his neck, and not the fun kind of bite either. It looks like someone (something) tried to take a chunk out of him.
He looks exhausted and wrung out and even his smile doesn't last for long.]
Hey. Guess who's back. Yay. I'm sure you're all waving flags and ready to throw me a party.
Um... if anyone wants a drink I wouldn't object. Apocalypse Survivor's Club and all.
I'm sorry to anyone who was worried.
[He looks like he's going to say something else, but then just switches off the video]
[Light falls onto his closed eyes. That isn't right. God, oh god, where is he? He waits for it, for the all consuming hunger to overtake him, for the death rattle cough that the dead have, but it's the third day and he's still waiting, swears he can feel the tickle at the back of his throat, but he's at the point where he just hopes someone shoots him point blank, ends it all.
The bites hurt. He keeps scratching at them. The blood is dry by now but they still itch, he can still feel them everywhere he got bitten.
And he still wouldn't change it, not when Sara, when his baby was in trouble.
But there's light now. He hasn't seen light since he'd shut himself in the bin, made sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. Maybe he's dead? Maybe there really is a heaven and he's going to look properly and see pearly gates and all that stuff. It'd be a bit embarrassing honestly.
Except it's a pretty rubbish heaven if he's still covered in zombie bites so maybe someone just opened the top of the bin.
He should actually look shouldn't he?
He opens his eyes finally, sees flawless blue sky. When he turns his head, he sees green. A hedge. And just beyond that the peaked roof of-]
Fuck.
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Action: Some time later
[Sam has rarely looked this pale and hurt, even last time he vanished and returned covered in bruises. There's a nasty looking bite mark just visible on his neck, and not the fun kind of bite either. It looks like someone (something) tried to take a chunk out of him.
He looks exhausted and wrung out and even his smile doesn't last for long.]
Hey. Guess who's back. Yay. I'm sure you're all waving flags and ready to throw me a party.
Um... if anyone wants a drink I wouldn't object. Apocalypse Survivor's Club and all.
I'm sorry to anyone who was worried.
[He looks like he's going to say something else, but then just switches off the video]