Oliver Queen does not wear tights (dl_greenarrow) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-11-03 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), !plot (25), chloe sullivan, oliver queen |
Who: Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan
What: Awakening to...zombies.
Where: Their trailer.
When: Saturday night/Sunday morning.
Rating: High, for violence, zombies and probably some language.
Status: Closed/Complete.
Like most nights since his arrival at the carnival, Oliver woke up with a start, sweating and shaking from feverish, hellish memories that came to him by way of nightmares. Tess dying in his arms one minute and Chloe the next. Every dream started out lukewarm watercolor and ended in blood red terror. This night when he woke, however, he wasn't just listening to the sound of his own heartbeat and the soft sound of Chloe's breathing beside him, blissfully unaware of his mind's war. No, tonight he heard something else, something different. Moans from outside somewhere, and then a scream.
For a moment, he thought maybe he was still dreaming, but as he stared into the darkness of the trailer he shared with his favorite blonde, Oliver heard another scream, this one closer than the last.
The Kandorians were attacking.
He was on his feet with a speed so fast that Bart -- had he been alive and there to witness it -- would have been impressed. He heard Chloe stirring on the mattress. "Stay still and quiet," he whispered as he moved to get his bow and arrow. He'd kept a supply of Kryptonite tipped arrows hidden separate from the arrows he used in his nightly shows. And it looked like they were about to come in handy. He suited up in the darkness, as if the green leather suit would somehow shield him from beings that could shoot fire from their eyes. He just had to keep Chloe safe.
It was all that mattered.
He made his way to the door, already pulling back on the bow and preparing to fire the second he spotted one of the aliens. But when he peered outside, he saw nothing in the sky. No fire. No flying monsters. But there were walking ones. Grotesque skin and bones shuffling around, a horrifying moan escaping lips that had long been sewn shut. His eyes were wide in confusion and again he wondered if this was yet another dream, something new. He heard Chloe moving up to stand behind him and he shook his head, unable to speak.
What the hell was going on?