Who: Alan Wake and OPEN When: Very late or very early, depending on how you see it on this frigid Tuesday Where: Middle of Manhattan street, in the snow. What: A very confused writer with demon/haunting issues arrives in town. Rating: Low Status: Open, ongoing
The first thing that came to mind was the snow - it was cold in the room and his head was throbbing. He didn't remember hitting his head. He'd been in enough car accidents to know what one felt like and this wasn't it. He was...somewhere. Not the cabin at the bottom of Cauldron Lake, but it was a house - an apartment. It took him a while to register that he was staring out the window of a city that should have been familiar to him, but with his mind in a hazy fog, it took several minutes for him to realize he was sitting in a chair of an apartment that he didn't recognize. In the dark. Soaking wet, but mostly in the dark. Alan jumped to his feet and looked around wildly for a light switch, spotting one across the room. The moment he flipped it on, he felt better, but not altogether safe. How did he get out of the Dark Place, and why was he suddenly there? He doubted it was because the darkness had simply chosen to let him go. Had Zane found a way out? He didn't remember any kind of blinding light. One minute he'd been in the cabin's study and the next, there he was.
Snow was falling outside - was it New York? Was he home? Somehow he doubted it was that easy. He thought about calling for Alice, but then realized it might've been a worse idea since he didn't know what he was dealing with yet. Spotting a ten-pack of batteries and a lantern on the counter, he seized it quickly and looked around wildly for a gun. He didn't want to stop and consider as to why a revolver like the one he'd had last was sitting there on the table near where he'd been sitting before, but he was willing to go with it just to see someplace that wasn't the inside of Bird Leg Cabin.
On the way downstairs, he half-expected to be jumped from any dark corner and once he got outside, he felt just about as safe as he had anywhere in Bright Falls, though the fact that the streets were completely empty wasn't comforting. He could see his own breath in the air, realizing he wasn't exactly dressed for the snow, but that was probably the least of his problems. Shivering, he made his way down the empty street, light at the ready though a lot of the buildings still seemed to be well-lit despite the fact that there was no life anywhere. He recognized a few landmarks, but whatever it was, something told him this wasn't his New York.
Half of him wanted to call out, just to make sure he wasn't still somehow under the dark presence's influence, but he knew better - making noise always drew their attention to him and he only had six shots. The snow may have fallen silently, but he needed to find some supplies and fast. Something told him it wouldn't be as easy as finding a box of what he needed and a thermos full of coffee to keep him warm. He just hoped if he met any locals that they were friendly - if anything, Alan was just tired of fighting.