WHO: Sam, Joey and fast zombie Gretel WHAT: restraining zombies WHEN: day 8 afternoon? WARNINGS: Zombie like behaviour, maybe violence, likely swearing STATUS: Closed/complete
Sam didn't know what was going on. Not an unusual occurrence here if his stay up til now was anything to go by, but this was even more bizarre and worrying than anything that had happened previously. People were getting sick, some of them really sick if the journals were anything to go by, others not so much, but no two people seemed to have the same illness. He had to assume the same had befallen Gretel but she hadn't actually said anything about her symptoms, just a note asking for help in very shaky handwriting and then nothing. Sam had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.
After he'd talked to Joey Sam had headed off to meet her at Gretel's apartment. Arriving there before Joey he had looked around for signs of trouble before knocking loudly on the door. "Gretel!" He'd called out. "It's Sam! Are you alright?"
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Earlier, Gretel had shaken herself out of sleep with one of the weirdest and most unpleasant feelings in the world- every single nerve ending in her body was lit, or on fire. The hot feeling spread through her body with all the fury of a gale wind. In barely three breaths, she knew something was very, very wrong. She managed to tear the journal from the bedstand and write for help, just before the fire consumed her- and everything went red.
At Sam's knocking, there was no answer besides a deathly silence, followed by the muffled crash of something heavy being knocked- or thrown- over, and a short, but shrill shriek from inside.