Who: Sam Winchester and OPEN. What: During the dinosaur attack. Running for his life and then just inside the camp. Where: Outside of camp and then just inside the North Sector When: 9 PM? Rating: Probably PG-13 considering violence? Status: Ongoing
[[OOC: Oh lord please tell me if this is forbidden. If it is forbidden I will...definitely...delete this. >_____o]]
The shadows moved, chasing circles around him. But Sam, ever sleepless Sam, was not exactly in his own nightmares this time. He was moving, running against the ground, pointing a pistol back and futilely taking shots, loud bangs deafening his ears, at a thunderous thing that chased after him. Him and twelve other men. People were shouting. There were words like "GET BACK TO CAMP!" and "Get that civilian out of here-" but they were jumbled, distorted by the running of rustling leaves and that thunderous roar that rose impossibly into the air; a roar that shook just as violently as the ground with every thundering step. These flashes of people, of scenery, were only broken by a sudden onset of screaming. Sam stumbled, trying to catch himself and falling backwards before pointing the pistol upward as he lay, sprawled on the ground. He fired another round, stopping only to turn a silent, disbelieving gaze upon a thick, giant, hulking scaly thing that bit clean through two men, that had been running beside him, carrying their own weapons and yelling out orders. Blood sprayed, sprinkling the ground as the thing rose, higher and higher to reveal a giant maw of a creature that couldn't possibly exist. Deafly, Sam fumbled with replacing the ammo in his gun and taking another clean shot; only distantly aware of the fact the man he was trying to save was already dead and others beyond him were screaming.
It was another second and someone was pulling him up; forcibly dragging him to his feet and pushing him off with a force second to none of a man, a soldier, desperate to keep people moving and alive. And Sam moved. Finally pushing off against those instincts of flight or fight that he had tuned so carefully to the latter and taking off through leaf and thick, impossible foliage. Up ahead lay a barrier of sorts, a glint of metallic in the lights cast through shades of leaf. And beyond it...
Beyond it was a camp.
Someone was pushing him again; a fistful of his clothes to guide him forcibly towards the entrance. Sam stumbled, but obediently took the hint, moving his gaze only a second to take in the creature--no wait, there was more than one, he could see it now--before the gates opened, allowing him and the very few left inside. And the instant it did there was someone else, a man, pushing through the soldiers and stopping dead in front of the gate...he gave really no notice as they finally swung shut. With a cry of outrage the creatures gathered, circling, clawing, fierce and unforgiving. Blood still caked the outline of scale and sharp yellow eyes pierced against the gloom. A scatter of a few bodies lay some distance away.
Sam stood, eyes staring, disbelieving, into their forms. Someone behind him was explaining, in a toned breathless demeanor, of how something must have been overlooked; that somehow a civilian had ended up on the outside. Sam wasn't listening. He wasn't even paying attention, fixed instead on something else that, honestly, couldn't exist at all as alarms blared away in his ears; furthering his deaf confusion and still set disbelief.