|David Zimmerman (soeccentric) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2011-11-30 12:27:00
|Entry tags:||# 2011  november|
vs and Brennan
WHAT: While out walking, David encounters two things that scare him, a swimmer and Brennan. He's honestly not sure which one he's more afraid of.
WHERE: A pier on Liberty Island, not too far from the safehouse.
WHEN: Backdated to yesterday, afternoon.
RATING: TBA, medium?
STATUS: In progress.
It was nice to get outside.
David was fully, completely and totally aware that he was living in one of the few places that he could legitimately say that, and he didn't take it for granted. He tried to get outside every day, at least once a day, even if it was just for a little bit to get a breath of fresh air (or… as fresh as was possible with the current state of things). Liberty Island barely ever saw infected. The closest they got was the occasional swimmer that got too close to shore, and even then, they just looked like beached people.
For once, David's mind wasn't on ghosts. Of course, he had his EMF detector in his hand, because well… it'd be his luck that the one time he actually encountered something would be the one time he didn't have his detector with him, but he didn't have to worry about that. He just… wasn't looking at it. Not as actively as he usually did.
It wasn't long before David found himself at the pier.
David couldn't help but think that this place had to be beautiful in its time. Looking out over the rippling water and slightly crashing waves, it was almost easy to forget the danger that bubbled underneath and on the opposite shore. And the sun was just beginning to set, bathing the whole area in a beautiful, orange-pink glow. Times like this, it was a little bit easier to believe that maybe, given enough time, things could be okay again. Good things still existed. It was just a matter of remembering that and letting it win the battle against all of the bad things out there.
He didn't realize until just then that he'd subconsciously walked halfway down the pier, and he was standing, glancing over the edge at the water. He'd read somewhere once that these beaches used to be prime clam digging territory. It was a shame that most of those clams were probably dead.
His depressing thought, however, didn't last long. While he stood there, pondering and half-reminiscing, a close lapping of water caught his attention. He snapped to full attention when he noticed that the lapping was coming from below… below the pier.
David's thoughts instantly went to old movies, when a person broke the surface of the water and was soaking wet, but none the worse for wear, but that thought was completely admonished by the sole fact that the thing coming from the water was not human. Or… at least not a living human, anyway. "Shit!" David shouted and jumped back at the sight of the mangled, surfacing swimmer. He nearly tripped over his own feet and fell over the opposite edge of the pier into the water as he tried to back up to get away from it, but he didn't, so he straightened up, tried to collect himself and moved right on.
Recovering quickly, he turned and walked toward the end of the pier. He didn’t run… but he definitely walked a little faster than he usually did.