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Grand Ridge - Hallway
@Surtr Inc@Prosaic@Atrophy



"Lawson!"

Nate had only just slipped out the door when he heard the distinct growl of one of Grand Ridge's finest tutors - Norris wasn't one of his, but he recognised the man as hardass who wasn't above giving people shit, like he was to this blonde with the curly hair. Tempting as it was to slip back inside the bathroom, Nate considered whether that would just leave the man to give him shit once he was done reaming her out, particularly with one of the campus security guards at his back. That and he was curious as to what was going on - maybe she was the reason why the alarm had just startled him?

The two went back and forth with accusatory tones - Nate took particular offense when she threw a gesture his way and referred to him as 'bumblebutt', but given the hardass professor and campus security were here he kept his mouth shut instead of telling her to go eat a bag of dicks. Come to think of it, she did seem kinda jumpy - she had her arm held behind her back and she seemed to be going real hard on the guy, giving out whatever she took. It was almost admirable, but-

Yep. His line of thinking was cut short when the professor seized her by the arm - there'd be hell to pay if they pulled that shit with him - and marched her them into the girls' bathroom, the security guard in the doorway. Guess the guy's patience ran out. More back-and-forth went on in the resonant confines of the restricted space, but Nate couldn't make it out - instead, he slunk back into the confines of the male bathroom, keeping the door half ajar so he had an idea of when they were gone.

Eventually, footsteps and the grumbling of the Professor indicated that he was gone. Nate leaned out again, peering towards the doorway on the opposite side of the hall and watched as the blonde tore into the campus security guy and talked him into leaving, before coming out herself. For a moment, he tempted to make a crack at her when - holy shit, it was the same two people from the camp following after her - the darker skinned girls with the wild hair.

And they seemed to know the blonde, so Penny was her name, at least - the others he wasn't sure of, Lynn or something was a name he thought he might've pegged for one though. Listening to them speak with the door held open by a slight crack, he heard something which suggested that one of them - Lynn again, was it? - was responsible for the alarm.

"What happened was... how about I show you two just what happened?"

What was she even talking about?

Their small group started up the hallway. Again, by all rights - Nate should've just dropped out - but something pushed him to follow. They were up to something, after all.

Blacksmith Square - Home



"He's... an awakened."

Light spilled into the room through where the curtains had been left parted, momentarily blinding Nate when he first opened his eyes, startling him further. Only half-undressed, he still wore the same boxers and shirt he'd thrown on the day before, the rest of his clothes haphazardly draped over the back of his chair at the other side of the room. "Ugh," he barely mouthed, his mouth feeling dry to the point it was like stone, before fumbling around the side of the bed for the bottle of juice he'd left there the night before. First time he felt it, he knocked it over, but a half-assed effort to lean over the bed and pick it up rectified that and his notions of thirst were quenched with a couple of gulps. Despite actually getting down at a reasonable hour last night, he felt as tired as he would've if he'd been sat at his desk until two or three in the morning - he even checked the clock to make sure it wasn't an early hour.

The dream was probably to blame for that.

Awakened?

In that dream, Nate had seen something that looked like a tattoo on the kid's chest. There was a familiarity to it, one he realised when his thoughts drew back to the mark he'd noticed out of the corner of his eye whilst toweling down from the shower, an abstract symbol seared into the back of his neck. Touching it didn't seem to bring about any sort of sensation different to what it normally would've felt like, but the fact it had just appeared overnight was enough to raise questions. The weirdest part? At first, he'd thought it was pure luck that Aunt Viv and Quent hadn't yet seen it, plus his own habit of wearing a hoodie or a shirt which allowed him to keep it covered up. That in itself would've taken some explaining to do, not to mention it would have probably meant getting a lecturing call from Dad about impulsive decisions. Yet, in the end, it seemed only he could see it - Quent had caught him quickly making his way back through the house after a shower with just a towel around his waist and made no mention or glance towards the new 'tattoo' and these suspicions had been confirmed when Aunt Viv had noticed a 'discoloured patch' on the back of his neck - not quite yet healed from the night of the party - but made no mention of the brand either.

It was yet another reminder that this wasn't a long-term hallucination induced by the shrooms.

People had died, seen some fucked up stuff. He almost died and he'd definitely seen some fucked up stuff there, no amount of desensitisation able to blot out the thoughts of people stampeding to get out of that fucking camp, dead bodies left right and center.

Blinking, he checked the clock again and realised that about five minutes had passed since he'd last taken notice and groaned, eventually shifting his weight out of bed. There was a faint, almost musty odour in the air and Nate quickly figured out the cause - himself. Grumblling again, he slipped out of his old clothes, kicked them towards a small heap on the corner to put in the wash pile later, then gave himself a quick spray of deodorant. Better.

Once that was done, he threw on some fresh clothes and headed downstairs, ready to grab something to eat. Viv would probably be sat downstairs or something whilst Quent, he figured, would've been out working again. No surprise there - it had been a busy week for the man since that clusterfuck at the camp. The way Nate had heard it, Sheriff Reese was barely a couple inches from becoming an exhausted wreck in the wake of hearing from over a dozen eyewitnesses that it had been his kid who'd gone on a bender, butchering people left and right, to the point he'd left most of his deputies to pick up the pieces, taking witness statements and co-ordinating with other agencies from out of town.

This shit was on the national level, even.

And Nate, for his part, had bullshitted his way out knowing any part of it - when Quent had inevitably checked by to figure out where he'd actually been that night (and if, by extension, he'd seen or heard things happen at the party) he played dumb. To corroborate his story, that night he'd got home, slumped into the shower and stuffed his clothes under the bed, out of sight and acted as if he'd got lost, wouldn't have known how to get there. Most of the other folks who'd been there couldn't have known him yet, so he'd hoped that nobody could ID him.

Besides, even if he told the truth, how could he have explained it without causing any more bullshit for himself? Oh gee wiz, Uncle Quent - you sure aren't gonna believe this, I went to a party to get wasted and have a good time but instead had to steal a boat so I didn't get skullfucked by Bruce Banner's redneck cousin! Aunt Viv didn't need any of that crap on her plate and neither did Quent, not when they'd been good to him like that. It's why he'd kept it a secret and slipped out the moment he could, narrowly dodging half a dozen Deputies (Quent probably one of them) in the woods. That call he'd made to 'Quent' had never gone through, which meant it was probably just a hallucination he'd had - maybe from all the stress.

On top of that, there was one other thing that definitely went beyond explanation. And guess what? I'm dreaming about phasing my ass through shit! Nate had no means of explaining it, no idea what it meant - but the morning after the shitshow at the camp, he'd woken up from a shitty dream about it, only to find himself half-sunken into the bed, a distorted sensation of being immersed in water overwhelming him - it was just a dream, but it felt real. Another time he imagined that he'd been caught off-guard by Viv's early return from work when he had first been trying to hide the mark on the back of his neck, accidentally backing into a closed door - only for colour to bleed out from sight and for him to step through, almost seamlessly. Or at least that's what he thought had happened, tired as he was. A dozen other dreams where accidents of the same caliber had occurred, all supposedly caused by necessity or by something catching him off-guard.

His thoughts drifted back to the latest dream again, of the two kids who'd narrowly been saved from that thing by those three weirdos in renaissance garb. Never before had he dreamed about something with that degree of clarity, nor had he ever come up something like that before.

What would Mom have figured?

No, Nate shrugged the thought off. She wasn't here, no point thinking on it now. Instead, he gave off a low chuckle at just how fucking stupid it all sounded, even more stupid that it had actually happened.

"What's funny?" A feminine voice asked, jolting him from his thoughts. His gaze shifted over to find Aunt Viv, reclining on the couch as she filtered through the newsfeed on a tablet. She remarked again, "Something must be, otherwise I wouldn't be seeing you down here so early."

"That's very observant of you." Nate shot back, deadpan. Living with Viv and Quent was like living in a boxing ring, only instead of sparring with fists they used words. "But the only thing that's funny around here is your taste in daily propaganda." He thumbed towards the crappy reality show that was being broadcast on the TV.

Sucking in a breath, she idly reached out with the remote and shifted to another channel - the news this time it seemed, judging by the faint noise about the recent spate of murders in the area, "You can skip the sarcasm."

"Hey, don't hate a critic for peddling his craft," Nate threw his hands up for a moment, then turned towards the direction of the kitchen and headed over to the fridge, leaning down to get a peek inside. "On rations?" he groaned, finding it relatively sparse. Viv didn't take long to call back, "Forgot to fetch some groceries last night and I don't have the heart to make your poor Uncle Quentin head out when he's busy with things already."

"Sorry I asked," he said, a pang of genuine remorse for his blunt remark hitting him, "Screw it, I'll get something in town, I guess. Any suggestions?"

"Breakfast there is good for the money." There was a pause, just for a moment, before she spoke up again, "You good on that front?"

"Yeah." Nate admitted. He wasn't about to bullshit and try and bum more cash off Viv of all people, especially not when Dad mostly had him covered. It wasn't like she couldn't afford it, but there was something in that which felt wrong - like taking advantage of their decency. After all, they never had to take him in, Dad could've easily got him a spot in a dorm at Grand Ridge if that had been the only option on the tables. "Thanks, though, Aunt Viv. I'll see you later, yeah?"

One more time, he heard a reassuring note, "Call me if you need anything."

The only thing on his mind that he needed right now, food aside, was beyond her help. Repressing a faint, half-assed snort, Nate stepped out and set off - on the way, he could at least drop by Grand Ridge - see what was going on there, maybe catch up on some work. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.



Grand Ridge - Bathroom
@Surtr Inc@Prosaic





It hadn't taken Nate long to reach the place - for all the shit people might have given him for his weight, he could cross a good walking distance in short time. Setting up in the library, he logged into the student account set up for him and began to check up on some of the work he'd not quite caught up on in the week. It wasn't long before he found himself tending to other [i]needs[i] however, but as he washed up, looking at what remained of his submission that was due for the next week, he realised in hindsight could've done it from home on his own computer. Fuck it, he'd-

A loud pop and clatter erupted from somewhere close by, definitely, followed almost immediately after by the shrill sirens of the fire alarm. Was that a gunshot? It almost sounded like those you'd hear popping off at the shooting range, like Quent had shown him that one time. By all rights, he should've run - should've at least left it, but something stupid told him to go and investigate - or so he figured as he stepped out.
Karma looked on in shock and horror as Scott began chopping people up she saw as the others all took off like a bat out of hell looking to get inside far away from this mad man she tuned around and ran for the cabins as fast as she could Karma just managed to get inside the girls dorms right before door slamed shut she looked to others as the shock began to where off

"what the hell is going on this insane shit is like something out of a god damn horror movie and of corse it all takes place in the middle of nowhere with little to no cell reception"


Pharoah, I know you said you're dealing with dyslexia but could you try and work on your punctuation and structuring a little more? Put it through a proofreader or something.

And without being a stickler about post length a little more would be preferred next time.

@Prosaic@Surtr Inc@Duoya

The Campsite - Docks



Nate expressed little in the way of dissent when the 'chickenshit' of the two girls suggested she didn't want to find out what the commotion was - the three of them stood frozen by the docks, speculating on just what the fuck was going on. Thoughts drifted and began to take form as words in his mouth when the three of them were met by a taller guy running from the camp, tears staining his face and babbling away at them.

"Oh Jesus Christ, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now Lynette, Jesus fucking Christ, someone fucking died, my god, someone fucking died over there, Jesus Christ, oh fuck." Died? Nate felt a weight drop in the pit of his stomach, horrified at the thought - what if he'd stayed by the fire, "One of the professors got fucking chopped in half... There was some kind of monster over there... Oh god..." It was then, in an instant, that horrific speculation shifted to abject terror - punctuated by the loud crash of a tree in the distance that would've caused him to fall into the lake if not for the guardrail catching him where he stumbled.

The sound of a tree falling in the far distance quickly forced Chad to jump, before he began to whisper as loudly as he could again.

Oh, shit.

The guy kept on going, but his voice faded into the background as Nate's thoughts drifted towards the next course of action, on what to do next, when one of the girls - Lynette, the guy had called her - jabbed a finger towards boathouse and led them in. Nate followed suit, slipping into the disused building and pressing his mass against a corner to peer out. It was too far off at this point to really make anything, the dark didn't help much either, but the screams and frantic voices were still out there - and for a split second he swore he saw a flash of bright life in conjunction with the distinct rev of a car's engine.

What now, dial 911?

No - something else - instinct won out o nthis one. Nate frantically dove into the pocket for his phone, tugging it out and unlocking it - he brought up his list of contacts and flickered down the alphabetically categorised list.

Quent.

He was going to catch shit for this, but what other option did he have? People were dying, for fuck's sake. He could die here tonight - right there in the moment, the only thing Nate gave a shit about was hoping that Quent had his phone with him he swiped to call the Deputy up. The display froze for a few seconds, which elicited a panicked "Oh-shit!" from him, but then it transitioned to the dialling screen and, within seconds, the phone picked up, almost magnetically drawing it to his ear.

"Quent?! C-Can you get this?!" The words slipped out, mentally isolated fro mthis stood around him, "There's a guy at the camp site killing people! He's already killed one of our teachers!"

It felt like an hour before he heard a voice back, "Why do I care?" It was harsh, rasped - as if Quent had endured another fifteen years' worth of age, intersparsed with a dull screeching tone.

"What?!" He couldn't be for real, "C'mon, Quent - I'm not joking! People are dead!"

"Interesting." The voice-that-wasn't-quite-Quent let off a chortle, before the phone went dead. Was this someone fucking with him? Nate swiped over to sift through his contacts again when he saw a skeletal appendage scrape across the screen in place of his finger, then blinked again to find his whole hand was devoid of any meat - just bone, coated in flecks of rust.

Noise from one of the others prompted him to briefly shoot them a glance, only to be seized once again in the throes of abject terror. Stood before him were not the three he saw before, but emaciated figures clad in torn, rotting clothing. All stared at him, their gaunt faces drawn so tight he thought their skin might split - and then it did. Decaying flesh sloughed off, emphasising the corpse-like features.

"W-what the fuck?!" Nate yelped, backing up further against the wall with such haste that he caught the back of his head on a low hanging beam - an act which would drag him back to reality. Blinking again, he no longer saw three corpses - just his companions, same as they were before.
@The One There are some inconsistencies in her bsckstory which bug me too. If she's 21, why would her mother be 89? And her dad was 50? Seems a weird age disparity there.

@Prosaic@Surtr Inc
Camping Trail



"Ouh!" A grunt slipped forth from a hoodie-clad figure's mouth as a branch recoiled and whacked him over the back of the head, "Fuck you, tree."

Somehow, Nate had let himself get roped into this - not that he really knew anyone here yet, but he'd heard from and spoken to enough people to know where to go. Maybe it was just him to blame - there hadn't been anyone tugging at his sleeve for him to come. It just beat doing nothing, sat on his ass whilst everyone else had a good time - and he wanted a good time, for a change. Which was why he was out here, stumbling through the woods on the trail to the camp - a very light knapsack clinging to his shoulders.

He felt a buzz from his pocket, prompting him to stop for a moment and reach down for his phone, sliding it out of his pocket - he swiped and checked his text messages.

-Viv-
Have fun with your friend, don't get into trouble


Trouble? He shot a quick message back,

Quent will bail me out if they catch me

It didn't take long to get a response.

-Viv-
He can't shoot every witness.
Seriously though, have fun - and be safe


She made a good point.

Yes ma'am

Of course, nobody back home knew he was out here here - as far as they were concerned, Nate was headed out and stopping with a 'friend' at Grand Ridge - not out here in the middle of the woods, ready to wipe his ass with poison ivy leaves.

His Aunt Viv probably wouldn't have appreciated the idea, whilst Quent probably would have had a few choice words for it - yes, Uncle Quentin, who was in fact no biological relative of Nate's at all, in fact he wouldn't have even passed for a blood relative if the two were stood together because of one obvious factor - whilst Nate had the pale skin complexion of someone who'd spent their life in Washington state, Quent on the other hand was black, with an accent that suggested he'd grown up in Los Angeles or somewhere around it.

Oh, and he was a beat cop - or, had been one back when he had lived in LA, though after his marriage to Vivian he'd retired from that, then taken up a local sheriff's department. It was a safer life, at least - you didn't get much in the way of drug busts or gangbangers around Farmer's Hill and Viv was grateful for that.

So, no need to compensate for her gratitude and relief by giving her more bullshit to to worry about.

Pushing thoughts of the two real parental figures (since the CEO of KW&Co Haulage was always preoccupied with other matters) in his life aside, Nate continued onwards up the trail - making out the glow of a campfire and rising smoke in the distance, with the backdrop of that mountain lurking just behind it.

Great, just think on that.

Seeing it at night, this time of night, no artificial lighting, was different to observing it in daylight - it almost reminded him of the monolithic behemoths that marked the skyline in his home state of Washington, except unlike Bellevue or Tacoma there was no great cityscape to challenge that imposition. Throw on top of that all this stuff about people disappearing?

No wonder this place spooked some of the locals. Nate felt a chill running down his spine just from looking at it, nevermind going there. At least the camp was on the right side of the fence, else maybe he'd have given it some second thoughts. Too many hours running through Silent Hill, Raccoon City and hostile woods at night from the confines of his bedroom had given him instincts for those kind of places.

He stepped in closer, where the cabins were close up in sight and plenty of other figures were seen wandering around, one even brushing past him. On his way in, he couldn't help but notice a familiar face - though not one he particularly liked, staggering away, muttering something under bated breath.

This guy, he recognised.

He was Sheriff Reese's kid, an obnoxious prick that Nate had been graced to meet once before whilst Quent had first been taking him around town. No doubt someone had probably clocked him for acting like the shithead he was - it was even tempting to make a barbed remark about it too, but second thoughts crept up - Nate figured it was best if Reese didn't know he was here. Last thing he needed was the guy bitching to his old man, who in turn would bitch to Quent - and get him into shit from there. Instead, he stepped past, intentionally kicking up some of the dirt from his boots towards Reese's kid, prompting him to swear at him a few times. Not that it made a difference - he kept his hood pulled up enough that he could easily get past without being recognised and within seconds he'd slipped inside the camp, blending in with the half-dozen other party goers.

It was too crowded around the campfire for his tastes, though Nate recognised a few faces here and there - Claire Sullivan, Hagan something, Dex Quinto - plus others who's faces he couldn't put names to.

Instead, Nate turned his gaze towards the lake - and the docks by them, where there were people - but less people. And with that, plenty of sitting and/or standing room - whichever he felt like. Closing in, he made out two dark-skinned girls with similarly messy mops of hair talking, neither of them ringing any 'local girl' alarms on his accent detector. If anything, they each gave him an East Coast vibe - though for different reasons. Letting off a grunt, he stepped closer towards them, setting a palm on the handrail by one of the walkways, "Someone forgot to bring their boat."
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He's already accepted, scrub.

you're the co-gm jesus christ


wait, what?

shit
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"Exploring." Nate said, with air quotes, "Because why not celebrate a near death experience by giving whatever crazy shit is out there the chance to explore our chest cavities?"

Britney rolled her eyes at Nathan's comment, "I mean, they're also out here, but whatever floats your boat." She gestured at the wide open woods that they were all exposed to.

Kimberly looked up at the cabin resort, and wondered how this place was so recent. From the looks of it, it was ready for use. Which was weird because nobody was even allowed beyond the fence. They always said that the mountain range was dangerous, too dangerous to even go past it. The past few days, Kimberly got a new perspective of what "dangerous" meant. Still, she fidgeted with that camera in her hands."I'll stay out here." She knew it was dangerous in there, and she kind of more interested in taking some shots with her camera.

On the other hand, Jordan shook her head, and said, "I'll stay out here. I need to rest." She looked down at her bad leg, and sat down on the fence.

Samson quickly threw a thumb in the direction of Jordan, and said, "I'll just keep watch." He put his hand up, and created a white flame, "Make sure nothin' goes in after ya'll."

"Good, hun," Claire crossed her arms as she looked up at the cabin. While Claire was pretty apprehensive about going inside (because there was a fifty-fifty chance of actually finding a clue) if Britney had a gut feeling about it, then Claire was going to go along with it... yet, she still had a gut feeling that Brit knew a bit more than she was letting on. "I'm going to head in."

"And you best believe I'll go in, too!" Hagan loudly said as he crossed his arms, and earned a groan from Claire.

Behind Hagan, Peter frowned, he suppressed an inflammatory remark and leaned against a notice board in front of the cabin. "Chances are I'm the fastest." he said "So if's trouble's brewing out here I can warn you all quicker." he shrugged.

Caelea frowned from where she stood at the edge of the group - she was pretty torn. She didn't want to sit around and do nothing, but she didn't want to be in an even smaller group with Britney. Eventually she made up her mind, and muttered, "I'm going in."

"I'll be staying out here," Rien shrugged, sitting down near Jordan and pulling out their sketchpad. "Something about that place doesn't quite appeal to me."

"What is it, R?" Claire teasingly put a hand on her hip, "Afraid of ghosts?"

"Something like that," Rien laughed, not at all put out by the teasing.

Nate had kept his silence. Normally? Instincts learned from running through the RPD and Wood Side Apartments from the confines of his room would've given him second thoughts, never mind actually going into a place like this - but he was curious. And it wasn't like he was alone, right?

"Fine. Fuck it. I'll go in." he almost exclaimed. On top of it all, he was probably the only one of them that had a direct exit route, no matter what.

"I'll stay out here." Lee said as he wiped the crumbs of uncooked instant ramen noodle that are still on his face. But he felt no reason to say that there are just too many yin in that house. After all, who here would believe in Taoism apart from Lee himself?

"I doubt I'd be safe out here when Scott could be planning his revenge, so yeah, I'm going in." Madeline blatently said, walking up to the cabin resort. "Besides, we could find something useful. Like a better weapon."

"Says the girl who's slinging a rifle around," Claire incredulously (and teasingly).

"Hey, I only shoot animals, not monsters that have only been in video games till now."

"Hmph, right sugar," Claire said.

"Just be careful in there," Samson said as he crossed his arms.

"Right." Maddie nodded.

"And try not to shoot us," Nate added, silently lamenting that he'd not 'borrowed' a pistol out of Quent's collection. Then again... that probably wouldn't have gone well. Assuming he didn't notice something was missing, Nate had only been shooting a couple of times. His aim was probably garbage compared to hers.

Callie didn't speak up much at all during the conversation, but her intentions were clear as she remained behind, following up any quizzical gaze with a simple shake of her head. As much as she wanted to go explore the random resort in the middle of the woods, that didn't seem like something someone who survives a horror movie would do. Either way, she had other plans that would take precedence, especially if the giant monster boy was still lurking around trying to murder people, and those plans involved not being one of the people he murdered.

With the group Britney needed, she lead the team to the cabin, and walked up to the porch. Was the door open? She thought to herself, but even if she wasn't, they could easily break it and get in. Britney put her hand on the knob... and slowly turned it until it opened. She pushed the door open, and the first thing they experienced was the dusty, still, air of a building that hadn't had a window opened in a long time. It was followed by a faint wretched smell as if something was rotting in here somewhere. Britney coughed a little bit as she tried to fan the air and dust away. She stepped inside first, being the brave leader of this expedition, it was expected of her. She reached into her bag, and, fortunately, she had brought something that'd be useful: a flashlight. She flicked it on, and shined the light around... before resting on a particular point.

Besides the dust, the cabin was relatively clean... and that made the dried blood stain on the nice hardwood floor all the more apparent. It trailed further off into the distance and out of sight behind a corner... and that made Britney so worried. Curiosity made her want to investigate, but her gut made her want to do the opposite. Her face scrunched up as she considered it. Before ultimately going with it, "I'd like to investigate that..." She trailed off as she slowly walked forward.

"Let's hope it's just a dead rabbit or something..." Claire groaned as she followed behind Britney, "... and not kiddy Reese's latest victim."

"Let's hope it's 'Kiddy Reese'," Hagan said, and gestured towards his bag. "I got something for him in here."

Nate snorted at that, "A vibrator?" In retrospective it probably wasn't the smartest comment, but what could Hagan do that Reese hadn't already tried and failed at?

"Yeah, one the size of a baseball bat," Hagan said, before he grinned, and said, "I took it from your mom - told me she didn't need it anymore."

"Really?" he paused for a moment, as if stung - and there was a shred of truth to it, but fuck that, "I guess she must've thought it was the only thing you'd feel up there."

Before Hagan could get another comment in, Claire had grabbed his arm and yanked him towards her. Active use of her abstraction was the only way a girl like Claire could move a mountain like Hagan. It was the only way she could get them to shut up, lest she wanted to hear this back and forth go on forever.

Britney ignored their comments as she proceeded deeper into the confines of the cabin. Their footsteps made it impossible to sneak up on anything, and she was hoping that whatever was in here would be scared off. Though, she noticed something about the floor. Despite the building being new... it felt a bit... unstable. Like something had damaged it previously. She didn't know what exactly it was, but it felt damaged. And that was a sentiment shared by not just her, but Claire, too.

"... Don't think we should all be standing on this." Claire noted.

"Ain't it a little late for..." Hagan trailed off briefly, as he felt the floor crack underneath his feet. Everyone stopped in shock as they all felt the cracks underneath their feet, tell-tale sign the floor was about to collapse underneath their combined weight.

"Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuc-" Claire said as she immediately broke off into a sprint, only to feel the floor collapse underneath her feet along with the rest of the hallway. She felt the floor escape her feet as she descended downwards. Hagan also screamed as he fell to the ground. Britney attempted to avoid falling down, by creating a series of vines out of her hands, but yet, she couldn't find something to latch onto. Only thing she could do was slow down her descent.

Claire's descent and impact of the ground was completely and utterly negated by her abstraction activating. A blue aura surrounded her back, and she hit the ground without a mark on her. Almost as if she hadn't fell... everyone else didn't have such an advantage.

".... Ow, fuck!" Hagan said as he landed on his side, and loudly groaned as he pushed himself to his hands and knees. Good thing I can take a hit. Hagan thought to himself.

Nate didn't count himself so hardy, but landing flat on his ass proved yet again to be better than landing on something important. At least this time he hadn't sunken into the floor.

Britney made it out with a few bruises, but was able to stand up. Okay, that was weird. Britney thought to herself, but she had to ask, "Is everyone alright?" Before she noticed that rotting smell had gotten a lot stronger.

"Nope," groaned Nate, who lurched forward and awkwardly pressed a palm into the ground to stand up again, "My ass is dead."

"I'm fine," Caelea muttered as she pushed herself up. She'd managed to land relatively safely with little injuries.

"So much for a 'resort'" Madeline groaned, looking over the collapsed floor. "But yeah, I'm alright." She reassured Britney, trying to climb back up from where she fell.

"There's no point in trying to get back up there," Britney said, "The floor is unstable - you'll end up falling again... at best."

She willed the plants that were attached to her hands to fade away. She could easily have created a way back up there, but she didn't want to risk it. She looked around... all she saw was concrete, and piping - along with other machinery. It was obvious that this was the basement. So, there should be stairs back to the ground floor. Though, there was that rotting smell that she couldn't ignore. She hoped that it was a dead animal, as Claire had implied earlier.

"Alright, I think we have a better chance at finding stairs... unless you all want to risk trying to get back up with my abstraction..."

Taking heed to what Britney said, Madeline instead dropped down to see that the cabin had a basement. "We should be careful going back up though." She added to what Britney had said. "If anything, I suggest walking back upstairs one person at a time."

"Yeah..." Britney trailed off, as she brushed off the dust... as if it really mattered since she wasn't "dressed to impress" so to speak. She shined her flashlight through the darkness, and then gestured the group to follow along. Thankfully, nobody was stupid enough to suggest that they split up to cover more ground. They walked through the halls as quietly as they could... Britney knew there could be anything in here, and she'd rather they find it - than the other way around. Though, there were some disconcerting sights in here. The first thing that they inevitably came across was the blood splatter on the walls and floors. Britney felt that was a bit... concerning, but there was nothing Britney could do besides carry on. Then as they kept going on through the building, they came across pieces of broken glass, scattered all over the floor.

It was green, and some of the glass pieces were stained with blood, almost as if they had been used to pierce some poor bastard's flesh. It didn't mean much to the rest of the group, but Britney knelt down, and picked up a shard. Staring at it with wide-eyed shock. Yet, she kept her composure as she dropped the piece of glass, and kept moving on. Trying to play it off like she was just inspecting it.

Moving on, she kept walking through the halls until she saw a large metal door with a stairs sign next to it. It was like a stroke of luck! Britney walked over to the door, and without a second thought, she pulled the door handle....
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... and the door was forced open as something came falling.

Everyone jolted, as the initial surprise wore off, only to reveal that it was a dead body. A sick disgusting rotting smell immediately filled those noses, as various gasps and signs of surprise came from the group. Britney was frozen in shock, and it briefly wore off enough for Britney to take steps back until the wall was the only thing stopping her. She made a loud gasp, as she covered her mouth. She couldn't take her eyes off the dead body despite desperately wanting to turn away. It didn't take too much examination to tell that it was a woman around Britney's own age. Caucasian, with matted hair... but it was hard to scan the other features because she was covered in distracting maggots, and green glass shards protruding out of her body... that made Britney even more frightened.

"Holy shit," Claire's demeanor broke upon seeing the horribly mangled dead body. The massacre at the mill was nothing compared to this, she loudly panted as she took steps backwards. Trying to compose herself, but the mere sight of it made Claire sick to her stomach. It seemed that Hagan had a far weaker stomach than hers, because he was off to the side, profusely vomiting. That nearly pushed her over the edge. She just turned away while she tried to refocus her attention on everything.

The hell was up with this place? As calm as Caelea looked on the outside, cause showing anything but anger wasn't really her thing, she was freaking to fuck inside. A dead body? Not something she can say she ever wanted to see. She really wanted to run honestly. But instead she carefully picked her way around the people in front of her, wrinkling her nose as she crouched down near the body. It was disgusting, yes, but someone had to take a good look at it. "Does anyone recognie them?"

"Nope, never seen them." Madeline said, holding her nose from the rotten smell of the corpse. "Anyone else?"

A disgusted exclamation slipped loose from Nate as he drew sight across the body, "What the fuck?!" He almost felt nauseous by the odor itself, let alone getting jumped by a corpse entering the later stages of decomposition. It was sure as shit different from seeing the fresh bodies at the party, instilling a greater sense of dread in his gut. What caught his attention, though, were the shards embedded in the body, "Tell me that shit isn't fucking normal. Like worse than finding your missing classmate dead by the train tracks."

"At this rate? It might as well be." Madeline answered, shrugging.

"I'm..." Britney said, probably the most composed of everyone here. It was difficult, masking that she had an idea of what the glass was. Maybe she could disguise it with shock. "... I have no idea who this is. But, you shouldn't be touching dead bodies, hun."

That was when Britney noticed bugs crawling on her foot. She looked down, and realized that, despite all the shock and chaos, they had been ignoring their surroundings... a bit mistake. They could have prepared a bit better for this. Miriam.. the girl that Dexter had brought along, probably took this a bit harder than the rest of them. To the point where she had Awakened... which is what Britney immediately gleaned from the glowing sigils down her arms in the shape of an anthill tunnel. But,. that wasn't what caught Britney's eye... it was the floating insects that were a lightblue color. Almost ghost-like. A massive swarm had formed around Miriam, and that was certainly cause for alarm.

".... Oooooooooooh, shit!" Hagan said... before all hell broke loose when Miriam loudly screamed, and the swarm pushed outwards. Claire had the bright idea of running, while Britney tried running and covering herself in vines for protection. Nate, ever an insectophobe, swat away at them with his arms until it seemed that they were passing through him like ghosts. "Fuckfuckfuck!"

Yet, it didn't seem like they were attacking... only going past everyone.

"Like hell is this normal," Caelea backed away from the body, and the swarm.

"Screw normal!" Nate rasped, his face contorted with disgust, "We need to call a fucking cop or a fuckin' exterminator, or - or something!"




Back outside, the group mostly took position up on the porch, with Jordan standing off to the side, sitting down on the far end of the porch with a cigarette in hand. She took a drag of it, and quickly blew it out of her mouth and shook her head. She was hoping that Kimberly and the others were okay in there. While this group of misfits stood outside, either because the place gave them the creeps, or they just needed a bit of a rest. Jordan felt a bit cold, and that was visible in the way that she shivered. She was hoping this cigarette would keep her warm, but it wasn't getting jackshit done. Part of her wanted to go inside, but she didn't want to get all that dust in her lungs... which was ironic since that was probably safer than tobacco.

Meanwhile, Samson was practicing... the embrace of the mountain coursed through his body. He theatrically opened his hand, and created a white flame in his hand. He noticed that, weirdly, it felt less like a fire, and something more... ethereal. Samson couldn't explain it. But, sometimes, it was like a fire. He wondered how he could make it like a fire, and burn anytime he wanted it to. He created the flame, and made it a bit more intense... until he felt that heat.

Peter remained still against the notice board, save for his fingers which had been tapping against his arm the moment the group ventured inside cabin straight out of something like Scooby Doo. To be frank he didn't want to be out here for the simple fact that nothing was happening. He didn't really know anyone here and his mind was much too preoccupied on what the other group might find, Pete had yet to get a real handle on his "powers" and chances were he wouldn't be much help in a more confined space but that didn't make watch patrol any more monotonous. He looked over at Samson, watching the flames dance on his palms and recalled the night all of this insanity begun. He couldn't take it anymore.

Peter left his refuge and walked over to Samson, looking at his flames for a few more seconds before speaking. "What is it you can do then?" He asked interested "Shoot fireballs and the like?" He knew some of what the others could do but from the way they described it their powers weren't always straightforward and from the way Samson was practicing he didn't strike Peter as a Human Torch or a Firestorm.

"Honestly," Samson replied as he decreased the flames before it could uncomfortably affect Peter. "I'm not entirely sure myself... one second, it does nothing, but another, it's setting that bastard Reese on fire."

Callie once again appeared to ignore any idle conversation. As soon as the brave bunch left the crew waiting outside, Callie moved towards the treeline. Of course, she stopped at the forest's edge, not getting too far from the group. She made sure to keep Jordan and the others in sight, but most of the time, her eyes were focused on other things. To her nearby cohorts, it may have seemed as if the girl was just casually wandering along the edge of the trees, unconsciously flicking her gaze around the woods that surrounded the group. Her ambling path continued as time went on, exploring more and more of the environment around her. She was up to something, and it undoubtedly involved a bit of experimentation.

Within her mind, Callie was as intensely focused as she could be without letting her guard down. After all, she was the closest target for any evil monsters to pop out of the woods and devour on the spot. The thought made her shiver a bit, but still she pressed on. The wandering of Callie's eyes was precise, as if she attempted to take in every detail that surrounded her— both deeper into the woods and around the resort. She was finally starting to understand all the superpower nonsense, but to her, it really seemed like she got the short end of the stick. She needed to do some more exploring, and this would be just the applicable practice.

Kimberly was also off out in the field in front of the resort, with her camera. Her attention was seemingly on the mountain in particular. She never got a view of the mountain this up close before, and was awe-struck by the view. Her photography class was gonna be so jealous! Or they're going to beat the tar out of her for sneaking out into the mountain range! She caught sight of Callie, and was almost tempted to strike up a conversation - maybe something about how they were both enjoying the forest - but she seemed more concerned with doing her own thing. Something about it felt... deliberate. Like Callie was practicing her abstraction, or whatever. Yet, Kimberly had no idea about her own Abstraction.

Jordan, who was largely withdrawn was their conversation in order to enjoy her cigarette. They could talk about their abstraction all they want to, but all Jordan could do was shake her head. They had the flashy stuff that could stop things like Scott in their tracks, and all she could do was... stop things literally. Probably an ability far more useful than theirs in some situations, given that she could save people. They couldn't. Then it occurred to her the unintentionally genius in staying outside; if something were to go wrong, she could stop time and buy them even more time to get a warning out, and maybe even get out of here. Who knows? Maybe they'll avoid danger altogether with her abstraction. That was all Jordan wanted. To avoid it.

With one more drag, Jordan pondered for a moment; how were the others in there? She hoped that they were okay. There was a strange feeling about this place, a fear that was creeping up her gut. She felt that otherworldly feeling creep up on her even stronger, and stronger. She could feel it pulling at her... until she looked forward and saw the air distorting in front of her. It was such a strange sight, especially as the orange light appeared following it. A orb of orange light formed... and yet, it didn't cast any light on the environment around it. If anything, it made it darker.

"... What in the world?" Jordan asked as she dropped her cigarette.

The orb floated there as everyone wondered what it was... she could make out a vague black shape beneath all the light.... but she still couldn't wrap her head around what the fuck it was. It was constantly changing, and... she just couldn't get a good idea of what was underneath the orange light.

Kimberly almost dropped her camera in sight of the strange abnormality... but kept her camera primed on it in a strange fascination. It was something that... she didn't know what went through her head, but she hit the button to take a picture of it. Standing there in awe, she flicked through her camera's database to see what it looked like... only to see a visible black mark in the camera where the light should be. Almost as if the image was burned.

"Hey, um..." Samson was at a loss for words. "... We need to let the others know." He put a hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter stared in nervous awe at the floating ball, bopping up and down slightly as if adrift on water. He felt Samson's hand on his shoulder and nodded slightly after a moment. "Yeah..." he said simply. Then without warning Peter darted sideways into the cabin.

"Wait, Pete-" Samson tried to stop Peter, but it was too late. An unearthly sound came from the orb as a bright orange light appeared and shined itself where Peter went. Both Samson and Jordan jolted as the orb moved forward. Seemingly following after Peter, but they could see the orange light swaying towards them, almost like a flashlight.

Callie was momentarily distracted it seemed, not noticing the eldritch anomaly that had decided to ruin everyone's day until a moment after the commotion had begun. She was held in her tracks, merely observing as the group before her watched it. She was about to head over and explore it with them, but her step was halted once again when she saw the pair of guys dart off. "Shit..." Caught solo again... Callie wasted not a second more rushing towards the house, though her path was indirect as to not immediately intersect or chase after the freak of nature that was a floating orb. With any luck, she would hold back and it would go after them. Then again, being out there alone wasn't something she was fond of.

That same unholy sound pierced through the air yet again, as the floating orange orb intensified for a moment. Almost as if it was some kind of flame. A spike erupted from the orange light, and it gave everyone looking at it a headache. It constantly shifted shapes, that people could vaguely make out. While still retaining that sharp look, it went clean through Callie's thigh. Jordan loudly screamed, "... Callie!" Before time suddenly came to a stop. A massive pulse came from Jordan that extended fairly far - since they were in the graces of the mountain - that engulfed everything in an inverted color light. Time had completely stopped within the field. The being of orange light was stopped too... unfortunately trapping Callie on the spear. Jordan said, "... Shit!"

Callie didn't halt with time and nor did her reaction to the searing pain that wracked her form as she was skewered by the eldritch orb's spike. She had not a second to react to its swift strike, and with a pained cry out, the girl dropped on her working leg. She braced the ground with a palm, but halted there. Between the striking pangs of pain that shot towards her brain, Callie could barely focus on her own thoughts, but she did know what was occurring around her. For the moment, she wasn't immediately in danger. Jordan bit her fingertips, as she watched Callie suffer.

"Uh, what do we do?" Rien stared at the light with an open mouth. "Maybe we can move it?"

"Pull her off it!" Jordan commanded, near shouting. "It won't last forever!"

“On it.”

Lee said to the black girl as he runs toward the wounded girl. And unlike last time, where he run off like a chicken and getting haunted by the eyes, Lee chooses to risk his life right now. But does he think it worth risking his life? Of course not. He had not live long enough to make his mother proud. Hell, Lee would like to choose again if he can. But nevertheless, something moved him to save the lady that is very likely to get himself killed in the process. Honesty, Lee would like to think clear before head straight to her. Sadly, time does not let Lee take his moment to search for his stupid answer. If anything, it rushed Lee as the orb begin to recover its action. And near the orb lies the wounded girl, who seems to be bleeding to her death if being honest. Darted to Callie's location, Lee placed his arm under her armpits and begins to lift her body up. She is much lighter than how he expected. So Lee lifts Callie's body even higher to the point only her ankles are the body part that are touching the ground and begin to drag her out. But even so, Lee does not feel relaxed as his eyes could not move an inch from the glowing orb. One strike from it and Lee and Callie here would be on the scoreboard and counting numbers. The only thing that Lee could hope for is the orb attacking Samson and the others as Lee pulled Callie out.

Samson went over to help, because the faster they got Callie away from this thing, the better. Once Callie was dragged off it, Samson reached and looked at her gaping wound that was spilling blood all over the place. Samson glanced up at the thing, and the weird effect that it had on reality. It won't be held like this for long, so Samson grabbed Callie and tried to pull her away even further. He was no doctor, but he knew that if they didn't handle Callie's wound now, Callie was good as dead. Especially since they're hours away from the doctor. He put his hand up to gesture for Lee to stop, then materialized a bit of flames in his hands, "We don't have time for this." Due to his heightened emotions, the flames were red-hot... but they were a yellow color. "This is going to hurt, a lot, Callie."

He pressed the hand against the gaping hole with little warning, and braced for her screaming.

"Dude, what the what?"

Lee held back Samson's arm flaming hand as the African American teenager about to press his palm on Carlie's open wound. What could he possibly think, Lee wondered to himself as he pulled out a first aid pack from his backpack. But there ain't time to spend crying and questioning others as the whatever glowing thingy is right behind them, so Lee went straight up on trying to do what he remembers when getting a cut. Just pour hydrogen peroxide or rubbing alcohol over the wound over the wound until it is clean. And then just applied the pressure and more bandages until the wound stop bleeding. The last rule, don't remove the bandage. Lee knew he may have missed something, but that is all he could do with this limited amount of time. Haphazardly putting the first aid into his backpack, Lee then lifted the wounded girl up by placing her right hand over his shoulder. Despair and fear beginning to grow in Lee's small heart as the monster before him beginning to move. And so, Lee beginning t.

"A little help here."

And that is all Lee could say before getting to move Carlie toward the resort's gate. The further they are from that thing, the safer Lee and the injured girl.

"Lee, we don't have time-"

In the meantime, Kimberly slowly moved over to her friend, Jordan. In hopes that they could slip away - because she didn't have a clue what this thing was, but it was obviously hostile! Kimberly was briefly reminded of creatures from Lovecraft's tales... a creature beyond description, and renders humanity hopelessly outmatched. Her eyes narrowed, as Jordan's abstraction gave her a bit of hope that wasn't the case. Yet, she could notice movements coming from it. Small, yet noticeable ones. By the time that Kimberly made it to the cabin, she was a bit relieved that she at least had a place to hide somewhere. Jordan looked scared out of her mind as she stared at the orb, her sigil glowing brightly on her back through her clothing.

She was praying that it lasted long as it possibly could. She could also notice the small movements, but they were getting a bit more intense. Before a sudden wave of orange light broke out, and "shattered" the stopped time. Nearly giving Jordan a heart attack since it could break free of her stopped time. It's spear that impaled Callie continued it's course and dug deep into the ground... Her jaw dropped as she took a few steps back, and the only thing she encountered was the wall. The appendage retracted, as the being of orange light moved towards Samson, Lee, and Callie.

"Holy shit!" Kimberly said as she covered her mouth. "Run!"

The orb materialized several strange appendages that seemed somewhat similar to that of a spider's leg. It was freakish, as several limbs had grown off other limbs. There were several dozen of these thick limbs coming out of the orb, and when one scraped the ground, it created an effect where reality was burned away. Leaving a large gap in the ground that was clean. As if it was cut by a precision tool.

"Lee, get her out of here!" Samson said as he materialized large flames in his hands. The orb was threatening them, and was obviously poised to attack; Samson wasn't going to stand here and do nothing. He swiped his left hand upwards in a scythe motion, then the right. Both movements were followed by a wave of fires that collided with the orb... and had zero lasting effect on the abnormality. He grit his teeth as one of the scythes came downwards and he tried to jump backwards... only to get sliced by the blade. His arm was cut wide open, and he loudly shouted as blood splattered in the air. He grabbed the open wound, and seethed in pain.

"Samson!" Jordan shouted, before feeling Kimberly pull at her arm.

"Jordan, we gotta go!" While Jordan didn't like it, it was becoming more and more apparent that she had to leave now. Jordan and Kimberly went inside the building as the orb was making that hellish sound again, vibrating.

Samson tried to crawl off, but the amount of blood he was losing, and the pain, was making that extremely difficult. The orb's strange tendrils were just floating there, even though it could had just killed him here and there. Samson thought that was strange, but he wasn't in the right of mind to worry about the details. He was just trying to crawl away, looking back in hopes that he could avoid the inevitable death that he felt was coming...

... Then the orb made a sound louder and more violent than before. Then it seemingly collapsed in on itself... disappearing in thin air. Samson's jaw was still wide open in shock because he was still in disbelief. His heart was still racing, and his breath was so fast that it felt like he was panting.

Kimberly poked her head through the door, before asking, "... Is it safe?" Then when she realized that the orb was gone, she sighed in relief, before she panted again. She ran over to him, and then reached into her bag and pulled out a first Aid kit... that she had no idea how to even use. God damn it, she knew she should have taken that first Aid class while she had the chance! Still, Kimberly opened it up, and tried to do her best.

"If we don't help you now, we're going to..." Kimberly paused mid sentence when she noticed Jordan tapping on her shoulder.

"Guys..." Jordan weakly said as she pointed towards the cabin... which brought the group's attention to a hellish buzzing sound as a horde of spectral insects came flying out of the place, interjected with the sound of Nate's profane exclamations. The group could only look on in awe, as one weird thing happened after another.

"... What the fuck is going on in there?" Kimberly asked.
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