Lowell Tracey (gravetostage) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-18 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2019 may, ~25 points, ~~joshua bar joseph (josh_josephson), ~~lowell tracey (gravetostage) |
Who: Lowell Tracey & Joshua bar Joseph
When: Saturday Evening
Where: Woods on the outskirts of town
What: Full zombie mode
Rating/Warnings: TBD (possible violence, and language)
Status: Incomplete and Closed
Even as pain tore through his body, and that wildfire of adrenaline started to surge through his veins, there in the back of his mind Lowell Tracey's inner voice started to laugh. Oh the sound in his head was anything but carefree. If anything the laughter in his mind was cruel and cutting...as if it was the universe itself laughing at his misfortune...laughing at how easily all his carefully laid plans, and efforts to reign in the monster, had fallen to the wayside. Ever since being turned the Brit had been warring with himself. Avoiding people, avoiding physical contact, for fear of hurting them. Hell he had given up his dreams, given up performing on stage because it had been a trigger. That rush of adrenaline signaling the change that turned him into a thing. Into a creature that craved cracking open human skulls and feeding on the brains.
Since arriving in town he had done all that he could to keep others safe from him. Yet tonight all those efforts were cast aside with such ease when the driver of the car failed to see Lowell crossing the street at the crosswalk. Being clipped by the car had been bad. A broken arm, the pain and damage screaming within. Yet it was the sudden rush of adrenaline flooding his body that really caused Tracey to panic. The arm would heal, quickly too, but the man knew if he changed right there in the middle of the street...there was no telling how much real damage he could do to the town. When it only took a single scratch to spread the affliction...he knew things could go South so very fast. With a grunt he rose back up to his feet, grabbing his dangling left arm and holding it tightly to his chest, and without looking back Tracey moved with all his strength. Racing and rushing as hard as he could, trying to get as far from the town and all those people as possible.
When he reached the woods at last the change was already in full swing; that fire burning in his veins as his reason and logic started to fade away. The world going red, and his focus slipping so rapidly...until all that mattered wasn't the pain, or the desperate desire to keep others safe from him. No all that matter was that gnawing black hole in his stomach. That overwhelming hunger to feed. That dark desire for brains. A hunger suddenly drawn by the scent of a human who had apparently followed him into those woods.