Amelia Thorne hates zombies (artisticthorne) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-04-02 11:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !walking dead, *log, amelia thorne, shane alexander |
LOG: Amelia/Shane
[Amelia was disoriented when she opened her eyes to find herself in a strange place. Her memory was spotty at best, she remembered putting Joshua down for a nap and talking on the phone to an art dealer. It felt like when the pressure dropped or when her ears needed to pop and everything was unexpectedly blurry, and then she was here. Wherever here was. She swayed and was glad to have the ground nearby to lean on. When she was aware more of where she was, Joshua was nearby, and he crawled in close to her. Amelia had no time to panic, no time to look around and wonder what madness was on them now, because he looked up at her with wide trusting eyes, questioning. So she smiled and told him they were on an adventure. Oh god let it be an adventure.
There was a backpack nearby and she told him to stay close while she looked in it. The strange part was it had clothes, for both of them, some general items, but she definitely never packed it. And her journal within, but she needed to figure out where she was before using it. The panic started to well up again, and she stamped it down. They needed to move and look for civilization. That was a forest. She took a stick out of Joshua's hand and then swept him up into her arms, walking toward a clearing. She knew she couldn't last too far between the pack and the kid, but long enough to get her bearing.
Thankfully as soon as she got out she saw that there was a building in the distance. It wasn't exactly what she'd call a welcoming building, in fact the closer she got the more aware she was that this was no place she'd ordinarily go see. She heard the hotel played tricks on people, but this? This was beyond that. Her child was there. She held onto him tightly until he whined, and then he wriggled and pointed behind them. Amelia turned and saw someone slowly stumbling toward them. Part of her felt the urge to go see if the person was injured, and the other part backed up, maternal instincts stronger than human. But she got a good look at the ripped face and there was blood, a grotesque snarl on his lips, and she gasped.
Amelia immediately turned and used the surge of adrenaline to run like hell toward the prison. She made it up to the front area but it was locked up, and her breath was coming in fast, not just from the run.] Help! [She yelled, not caring if it only brought attention to her. That was not high on the priority list.] Help, someone, please! [If they didn't she was going to damn sure try and climb, even if it was impossible.]