Who: Brooke Maddox and Open What: Hit with fear gas. Where: Some sidewalk. When: Morning of the plot starting [Backdated!] Warnings: Talk of dead bodies, violence, and her causing some violence cause she's scared. Status: Open, In progress.
Brooke had gone to a college party and stayed the night rather than stumbling home all tipsy or calling someone to come get her. When she finally awoke the next morning, she felt like death and wanted to crawl into her own bed. Moving off the bed, she ran her fingers through her blonde hair, looking around for her cell. Spotting it, she frowned at seeing it was dead which was no surprise. She’d charge it when she got home. Fixing her hair, she left the house with her heels in hand and put them on once she was outside the house. For a moment, she thought about grabbing a coffee, but she just wanted some more sleep, heading for her house so she could do just that. The sight of someone running past her screaming hurt her head but also put her on high alert. “What the fuck?” She had no idea if the dome was doing something with not having checked.
Walking a bit faster, Brooke figured she had to get home and see what was going on. Only she didn’t need to wait that long cause a thing of gas exploded not far from her, and she ended up inhaling some. Coughing, Brooke was already wishing now she had stayed in the bed that she had been in cause none of this would be happening. Confused as to what that was about, Brooke then jumped back in horror as she saw a body lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in horror as her eyes knew exactly who she was looking at. There was no mistaking the nerd. “Noah?” Her voice cracked a bit in fear at the thought of one of her friends was somehow dead. No, it wasn’t possible. To her side, she saw another dead body and this time it was her best friend. The sight of Emma lying there dead caused a scream to erupt from her. “Emma, please no,” she cried out, needing her friend to be alive. She needed her best friend and she couldn’t lose her, Noah, or any of the others.
Without even thinking, she moved towards the body, needing to see if there was some possibility of saving her friend. Emma had to be alive, and she was just badly hurt. Not realizing she was heading right into the middle of the street. The feel of someone grabbing her caused Brooke to scream bloody murder as loud as she could, kicking and hitting to break free when her eyes saw the figure behind her was Ghostface. Refusing to be once again stabbed or this time actually killed, she screamed again even louder if that was possible. “Get him off me! He’s going to kill me!” Her arms and feet still kicking and hitting to get herself released.