She held tightly to the bedroom door,
locked but budging. That— That monster, it already had her family.
Her baby brother and mother. Oh god, why did he do that to them?
Why was he going after her too?
She hid in her parents bedroom, which was the closest door available that could put her between the crazy man and herself. Closing and locking it, she stood as silent as the rest of the room, resting against the door. She almost thought to open it, until— Thump thump thump. Bloody fists hit the metal door with rage, over and over and over. The girl jumped away and went to hide under her parent's bed, a place that scared her not too long ago, but now seemed better than out in her home.
She held her breath better than her tears. Fear, standing so still against
the banging door was killing her-- she needed to fight or flight.
And then, it... it stopped? Was it gone? Was she safe?
But then she heard his voice.
".. Cecelia? Cecelia baby, are you in there?" Her father's voice pressed against the door nearly stopped her heart. Daddy was here, daddy was going to protect her. She clicked the lock and opened the door. Before she had any doubts that it was really him, before she knew that the monsters living in her nightmares were now crawling through her home,
the seven-year-old looked beyond the door, and did not see her father.
locked but budging. That— That monster, it already had her family.
Her baby brother and mother. Oh god, why did he do that to them?
Why was he going after her too?
She hid in her parents bedroom, which was the closest door available that could put her between the crazy man and herself. Closing and locking it, she stood as silent as the rest of the room, resting against the door. She almost thought to open it, until— Thump thump thump. Bloody fists hit the metal door with rage, over and over and over. The girl jumped away and went to hide under her parent's bed, a place that scared her not too long ago, but now seemed better than out in her home.
She held her breath better than her tears. Fear, standing so still against
the banging door was killing her-- she needed to fight or flight.
And then, it... it stopped? Was it gone? Was she safe?
But then she heard his voice.
".. Cecelia? Cecelia baby, are you in there?" Her father's voice pressed against the door nearly stopped her heart. Daddy was here, daddy was going to protect her. She clicked the lock and opened the door. Before she had any doubts that it was really him, before she knew that the monsters living in her nightmares were now crawling through her home,
the seven-year-old looked beyond the door, and did not see her father.
Alana couldn't see straight. If it wasn't for the bright colors on the blonde's jacket, she might have been lost by now. Not to say that the people she was following were lost. How was one to navigate through darkened halls without the usefulness of a Station Positioning System? Or, maybe they did know where they were going. Maybe she was just too worried on not finding a doctor. Maybe she should focus more on walking more than judging their steps.
More screams in the distance. You always heard screams, no matter where you were on the station. She couldn't help but to wonder if this part was just as bad as the rest.
How long ago did she last call her lover? Two, three weeks? It was since before their last fight, she had heard his voice. They were both angry at each other over a problem that was neither of the two's fault. She wanted so badly to make him understand that—
"What the hell are you thinking?" Alana blinked and glanced ahead at the small group. How long had she been lost in thought? "Screw the security, we need to get the hell out of here!" A female ordered, glancing at the men, then to Alana. They must have been arguing over where to go from there on. "I— ...I-I need to... get to a doctor.." Alana tried to remind them, but couldn't quite get her voice to be loud enough for them. The three ahead were too busy bickering on about finding family members or sticking behind men in shields. One of them wanted to hit a shopping center and get what they could. The other guy nearly slapped that idea out of him, before—
"Watch out!" Alana attempted, but it was too late. The man on the left was tackled down to the ground and had his guts hanging out before the rest could even react. As they tried to get the cannibal of a man off of their friend, three more came the shadows and had them down too. It all happened in about five blinks.
There was no hope for them, Alana knew. She did her best to run the direction they were heading, and didn't think to look back once. Heavy breathing, dodging, breathing faster than her heart could beat. She tripped over herself twice and probably looked like a drunk doing so, but if she was surviving, it was working.
"I have to find.. I have to call Yori.."
More screams in the distance. You always heard screams, no matter where you were on the station. She couldn't help but to wonder if this part was just as bad as the rest.
How long ago did she last call her lover? Two, three weeks? It was since before their last fight, she had heard his voice. They were both angry at each other over a problem that was neither of the two's fault. She wanted so badly to make him understand that—
"What the hell are you thinking?" Alana blinked and glanced ahead at the small group. How long had she been lost in thought? "Screw the security, we need to get the hell out of here!" A female ordered, glancing at the men, then to Alana. They must have been arguing over where to go from there on. "I— ...I-I need to... get to a doctor.." Alana tried to remind them, but couldn't quite get her voice to be loud enough for them. The three ahead were too busy bickering on about finding family members or sticking behind men in shields. One of them wanted to hit a shopping center and get what they could. The other guy nearly slapped that idea out of him, before—
"Watch out!" Alana attempted, but it was too late. The man on the left was tackled down to the ground and had his guts hanging out before the rest could even react. As they tried to get the cannibal of a man off of their friend, three more came the shadows and had them down too. It all happened in about five blinks.
There was no hope for them, Alana knew. She did her best to run the direction they were heading, and didn't think to look back once. Heavy breathing, dodging, breathing faster than her heart could beat. She tripped over herself twice and probably looked like a drunk doing so, but if she was surviving, it was working.
"I have to find.. I have to call Yori.."