[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/ab90a0f96716bd2a8a2f68732b27c7ad/tumblr_inline_n6i904wjWV1sgladw.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: “Oh my god did that flesh wall just give birth?”[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: That Thing[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

That monotone ominous voice still poisoned Sylvia’s mind with those tempting words, encouraging her to approach the town line. Sylvia wasn’t exactly tempted to obey though, the bitter taste of bile and shock of seeing a pile of literal dead bodies helped keep her mind busy. Amidst the sound of dry heaving, and acidic fluid splattering against the hard road, some noise almost made Sylvia jump out of her skin. Soft squelches, carried by the wind, reached Sylvia’s ears and her mind reacted faster than her eyes. Before she could meet the source of the noise, her mind envisioned horrific visions of the pile of bodies inching towards her. However, one could argue what she saw was much worse than anything her mind could conjure up. 

A small hand protruded from the mass of clotted blood and mutilated flesh, the hand was small and its olive toned skin a sharp contrast from the mass of grey flesh. A head followed too, the mess of auburn hair caked with blood and-

A scream erupted from Sylvia, her face contorted in horror as her instincts took over her reason. Her mouth still gaping in shock, she picked up a rather large stick, running towards the thing blooming from the bloody pile, the voice in her head and bile burning her throat now completely forgotten as she raised the stick over the head of this thing and prepared to strike.

However, before she could strike the blow, the head of the child now was fully visible. His round and small face had confusion written all over it as he struggled to emerge. Sylvia’s hand flew to her mouth, dropping the stick and just standing there dumbfounded. A mix of “oh my god” and “I’m so sorry”’s was heard as Sylvia ugly cried and laughed in confusion. 

She finally regained her wits, snapping out of her brief trance as she let out the last of the sharp gasps. Opting instead to grab the boy by his arms, and attempting to pull him out. The boy slid out with relative ease, and a sickening wet noise was heard as the gap the child came out of collapsed under the weight of the bodies.

[color=7fbf40]”Oh my god, kid, are you ok? Are you hurt? Why are you here?”[/color] Sylvia breathlessly asked among another flurry of questions as she stood the child upright and looked over him like a concerned mother. [color=7fbf40]”What’s your name? Where’s your mommy? Daddy? Are they dead? Are you dead?”[/color] while Sylvia was panicking, the child seemed relatively calm. Not expressing any emotion as he remained quiet, not even disturbed by the flap of skin that clung to his hair. 

Sylvia gazed deep into the boy’s unfeeling eyes as one question buzzed in her mind. A single question that held within it all the fear and bewilderment Sylvia felt, [i][color=7fbf40]”Who the hell is this kid?”[/color][/i]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/MxdZbJzjSu0rC/giphy.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Hut[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: No one[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Eudora felt herself scream as the lacerated beast jumped her, knocking her down and the wind out of her as the rabid animal prepared to strike, only to burst into flames the second it tried. Eudora thinks she heard a scream, but she was too dazed to notice or care anyway. What she did remember, however, was feeling ash fall on her like snow, accidently inhaling the teen (what’s left of her anyway), and falling into a coughing fit.

Eudora coughed into her hand, squinting as tears blurred her vision while she brushed off the last bits of ash on her clothes, muttering some vulgar curses at the same time. Eudora got up, not noticing the mark on her floor, it was all covered in dead-girl-ash anyway. Eudora groped her way to her rocking chair, throwing herself into it as she heaved a sigh. She still felt lightheaded from the blood loss and lacked all motivation to even get up. 

Eudora managed to collect enough strength to open her eyes, her house was still. Her goat was back in its original place by the fireplace, dark blood still glimmering on its dark and twisting horns. Eudora sighed a quick thanks as she felt her body go numb, no curse was placed on her, she was just tired. 

She rested her chin on her pale and weak fist, her lids drooping as she finally dozed off into a dreamless sleep.