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[sup][@Zombiedude101][/sup]
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Kimberly was still groggy (and in pain) from that fall.

She saw a shape appear above her, and she rubbed her eyes. She wondered if she was still hearing things when the shape talked, asking if she was okay. Her vision was still bad - everything was spinning! Maybe she should learn to fall on her ass better. She scratched her head for a moment as she sat up, looking at the stranger.

"Y-yeah," Kimberly said as she looked at the person. "Unless this is hell, I'm very much alive."

She pushed herself up to her feet, and looked around. The room was dark, and she couldn't see a thing. Of course... she reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone - going through apps until she found her flashlight. She spoke as she shined it forward, "Can you just help me get out of here-" 

Her line of thought was immediately cut off when she shined the light forward, and saw a horrid sight. One that immediately made her drop her phone, taking steps back out of sheer fear and disgust of the sight. She loudly gasped, covering her mouth not to make too much noise. 

The horrid sight?

It was her.

Or, at least, a twisted, grim reflection of the girl. One that was horribly mangled beyond all belief. Eyes were torn out, and bleeding profusely. Her limbs were twisted and broken into pieces, almost as if it was deliberate. Her stomach was torn open, and her intestines were hanging out in a viscera display straight out of horror movies. Just hanging out, touching the floor. The copy of Kimberly smiled, as it took a slow step forward. Coming from it's feet was the same rust as before, engulfing the room slowly but surely.

Kimberly was at a loss for words, as she loudly screamed - drowned out by the music which she had forgotten about. She quickly turned around, and ran for the nearest wall looking for an exit. But all she found was another wall. She faced the monster, which was still looking towards her. Kimberly inched away, and the copy was still in hot pursuit of her.

She wasn't sure if it was another hallucination or not, but she didn't care. She just wanted to go home....



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[sup][@Scarescrow][/sup]
[b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc.[/code][/b][hr]


Lee was definitely weird. Probably because he was from China, and Samson was home-grown here in Farmer Hill.

He took Lee's hand, and pulled him in close. Patting him on the back with his other hand. A gesture of greeting that Samson picked up from his cousins in the big city. Samson smiled at his friend. "Yeah, good, you had me worried there, man," He said in a deep voice, laughing a bit. "I thought you popped a pill already!" He joked for a moment.

Though, his question was weird. They're in the middle of a lumbermill in the middle of nowhere! There was no neighbourhood. He awkwardly laughed to ease the tension a bit.

"Well, I don't know too much about this part of Farmer Hill," Samson replied. "Given that the cops will lose their shit if they find someone [i]near[/i] that fence."

He laughed a bit. "Dunno, they really don't want people going past the fence. Everyone has the idea that it's haunted or some shit. But, who really believes that?"

He shrugged as he continued talking. He clapped both of his hands together as he suggested; "But, let's forget about that - and let's grab some beer or something, you need to loosen up a bit."