michellewebster (michellewebster) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-10-17 13:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, [plot] upside down, kenny mccormick (mysterion), michelle webster (michellewebster), ~2022 october |
Topsy-Turvy
Who: Michelle Webster and Kenny McCormick and Max Mayfield, eventually
What: Showing How The Monster Works
When: Monday, October 17
Where: Upside-Down Madison
Warnings: Graphic violence, language (eventually)
Status: Complete
Michelle woke to a nightmare. Everything in her bedroom--the ceiling, the walls, the floor, all the furniture--was dusty, filthy, water-stained and filled with volunteer plants. Weeds, mostly, but also seedling trees and strange vines that ran along the floor and the walls. It looked like her bedroom had been abandoned to the elements for ten years or more.
There was no power, and when she tried her phone, no network available. Her handgun was right where it should have been, but looked like it hadn't been maintained for years. She'd planned to explore her apartment, but changed her mind. She dug her cleaning kit of the nightstand drawer and spent an hour field-stripping, cleaning, and reassembling her gun. Her sword, when she checked it, also looked like it hadn't been oiled or sharpened for years. She spent time doing just that. Her bug-out bag was there, and though it--and its contents--looked old as well, most of it was still usable.
When she was satisfied that her weapons were up to snuff again, she dressed--wrinkling her nose at the musty smell of the clothes in her dresser and closet--and checked her apartment. As she expected, the whole place looked like her bedroom. When she peered out through the windows, everything she could see looked the same. She saw lots of overgrown plants, and those weird vines everywhere. But no animal life, and not a single other human being.
Her kitchen was full of the rotting remains of fresh, refrigerated or frozen foods. But she had stocked plenty of canned goods. A few cans were rusted, swollen, or both. Most seemed intact, and so still edible. So at least she wouldn't starve immediately. Water would be a problem, though. She a full canteen and filtration equipment in her bug-out bag, which would help.
Michelle pulled essentials from her duffel-sized bug-out bag to make a smaller day-pack and then left her apartment. Madison Valley was eerily silent. No traffic noise, no sounds of people, no pets or wildlife in sight. Just the sound of the wind and the rustling of plants. The visible dust falling everywhere reminded Michelle of fallout.
"I hope it's not fallout," she said to herself. It couldn't be, though, right? This had to be more Madison Valley fuckery. The real question in her mind was: was she alone in this dim hellscape? Or were others trapped here as well?