Avery Weston (selfdestructive) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-09-20 23:32:00 |
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Current mood: | shocked |
Who: Avery and Teagan
When: late afternoon
Where: the caves of doom
What: driven by boredom and the rain, one young man descends into a complete nightmare. And he has company.
Warnings: TBD
As a person who'd grown up in a small town in Louisiana, Avery Weston knew boredom. Summers when he'd been a kid, there'd been days on end of hot sun and high temperatures unbroken by even a breeze. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. He'd always loved hunting and fishing, but there was a limit even to that. He had spent hours at a time watching clouds move on some occasions, had drowsed on the front porch steps for endless amounts of time. Boredom, however, didn't even begin to describe the island on which they'd been marooned.
There were, of course, no amenities. They were camping in sand with whatever they'd managed to bring with them off the ship, and there was absolutely nothing for distraction. People, yeah, but Avery had never been the best with those, especially in a situation like this one. By the time the rain started, he'd become almost unbearably restless and irritated, and the only solution he'd been able to think of had been to go into the caves.
He probably should have asked somebody to come with him, but Avery was used to doing things by himself. He'd even thought it was a decent idea by the time he got inside and tried to brush some of the dampness off of himself. It was a mostly futile effort, but it made him feel like he was accomplishing something. Cold as fuck in here, but hey, maybe he'd catch double pneumonia and die and be out of all this, he thought cynically.
Avery walked for a long time, trying to figure out if the tunnel was going anywhere. It was strangely illuminated; he'd expected it to be dark as the inside of a woodchuck's asshole down here. More than once, he'd decided to turn back, but he was so curious about the source of the light he was seeing that he kept going. As he continued walking, he began to feel a bit warmer, at least. Just as he was wondering if he was walking into the depths of the earth, or maybe Hell, the light became so bright that it was nearly blinding, and he knew no more for a short while.
It could have been five minutes or two hours when Avery began to rise to consciousness, grimacing as he curled in on himself at the feel of something peculiar beneath him. Something he could feel pretty well, because he didn't seem to have clothes on. He managed to lift one hand and slide it over his bare hip, then his stomach, then onto whatever he was lying on. It felt odd beyond description, but he was too groggy to puzzle out why. Then it lifted slightly of its own volition, and his eyes flew open.
What the hell...?