Matthias Graves | Simon Monroe (inbalance) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-01-08 09:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | matthias graves |
Who: Matthias Graves
What: It hasn't been able to get out of the room before, but that doesn't stop it from trying.
Where: The secure location where Jim has hidden him away.
When: Sunday, January 8; morning
Warnings: You know. Zombie things. Eating people. Being dead.
It wasn't certain why it was in this room. It was barely certain there was more than this room. There had been a ride, and before that the cemetery, and before that the cold, dark hole that had birthed it. Mostly, when it remembered anything, it remembered the flesh, the screams, the spray of blood across its face. It remembered it, and it was hungry. It was fed, in the room. Its captor took care of it. It wasn't the same.
The room was four walls. A door. It had thrown itself at the door, time and time again, some remnant of memory telling it that was how you left the room. That was how you left a place. You went through a door. It didn't know that you had to open it. Its captor would have been safe leaving it unlocked, even, for all that it had the ability to think and solve the problem of how to escape the room. How to get through the door, even though it knew that it ought to be able to, somehow. All it could do was ram the door with its shoulder, and grunt when it didn't cave, when it bounced back off of it.
The walls were no more forgiving, when it gave up and tried them instead. It had clawed at them, fingernails tearing long rifts in the surface. Most of them had broken, now, down to the flesh. There was no blood from them. There was no blood left in him that wasn't black, sluggish, rotten. It didn't hurt, throwing itself into the door, clawing at the walls. It barely felt anything at all, its dead body. Nothing bad. Nothing good. Only the most intense of sensations would give it pause.
It didn't know why it was in this room, but it didn't have the ability to care, either, except that it wanted out to hunt. To rip chunks of flesh with blunt teeth. That was its sole purpose. That was why it existed. It couldn't get out of the room right now, but someday... someday the door would give. Someday, someone would get careless when they came to feed it. Someday, it would eat them all.
It threw itself at the door.