Grace Andrews (survivedtheryde) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-08 14:06:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
WHO: Grace Andrews & OPEN
WHAT: Arriving in Los Angeles
WHERE: Streets
WHEN: 5 PM
RATING: R.
STATUS: In Progress
Grace was numb. Jim was dead, and the nightmare was over. Ryder was dead. Grace had shot him right in the face. She's survived, but no one else had. He'd killed a lot of people over the course of a few days.
We never should have picked him up in the first place...
And now that it was all over, she found herself wondering...why? Why had he done all that and who was he really?
She'd been walking a long time, and she was tired. She closed her eyes for just a few seconds and when she opened them again, she was not on the same road. She was in Los Angeles? How did that happen, exactly? And there was the shotgun that she'd left behind after she killed John, just lying in the road.
She picked the shotgun up and looked at it. Was she dreaming? What kind of sick game was someone playing here? It was fully loaded, too.
She was still a mess in her jean dirt jean skirt and tank top, her face was dirty, but she didn't care. She was more concerned about where the hell she was now, and how she'd gotten there. It was Los Angeles, but not like any Los Angeles, she'd ever seen. The city seemed to be in darkness, when it was daytime before. She wasn't wearing a watch so she couldn't check the time, but she was pretty sure it was not nightfall yet.
She held the shotgun up, looking around. If there was something going on here, at least she was armed.
She'd faced her fear already today, she was pretty sure she could do it again.