sam runs around (inatowel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-27 08:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, samantha harris |
Who: Samantha Harris
What: A run-in with a monster
When: Day 4 of the Plot [Backdated]
Where: Starts at her apartment, and then outside.
Rating/Warnings: Teenish/Grossness, language, monster, violence against said monster and blood.
Status: Closed/Completed Narrative
The first day things had been eerie, but fine. Sam didn't need the television or radio to keep her company. She'd talked with Cindy, and had felt okay with everything for the most part even if she was alone. Day two things had started to get -- weird. She'd awoken to her apartment looking rundown, as if no one had lived there in years. She'd taken up residence in the living room. The television still wasn't working, none of her roommates were around, and it was starting to really scare her.
Sam had taken a quick peek outside. The fog was so dense that it was hard to see much of anything, although she could've sworn she'd seen movement outside off in the distance. Against her better judgement, Sam left the safety of her apartment and had gone outside to investigate. She'd not seen anything except for more shadows off in the distance, and it'd concerned her enough to where she went back to her apartment.
Day three was much the same, although the apartment looked more worn, worse for the wear. She stayed put, feeling slightly ill as the day wore on, but it wasn't anything that she couldn't deal with. Day four she'd woken up with a pounding headache, feeling sick to her stomach because of it, but that had not been her cause for alarm. The apartment had deteriorated more, the walls looking worn, streaks of rust running down from the ceiling. Sam pushed the panic that she felt to the side, thinking that maybe if she ate something she'd feel better.
The kitchen looked as bad as the rest of her apartment, and one look at the fridge was enough to make her stomach churn. Everything inside was rotted, maggots and flies feasting upon the almost liquefied food.
Sam placed a hand over her mouth, dry heaved and then ran to the sink where she threw up the bile that had collected in her stomach overnight.
Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Sam walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She swallowed hard, "Okay, okay." Her voice was unsteady as she tried to calm herself down. "Get your shit together, Sam." She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking on the network to see if any new information had been found about the fog. There wasn't anything as far as she could tell, and so she shoved her phone back down into her pocket.
Her head started hurting even more with each passing hour she spent curled up in her apartment, and if Sam didn't know any better she would've sworn that the apartment itself was becoming more and more dilapidated. Of course, she brushed that off on her being silly. She'd finally managed to eat a little something, the canned goods in her apartment seeming to have made it just fine, and it hadn't made her feel any better physically or mentally.
Even though she didn't want to, Sam pushed herself up from her position, and let out a long breath. Sam went over to the fireplace in the living room, picking up a poker from the fireplace tools that hung on the rack beside of it. If she was venturing outside, she wasn't going to go unarmed since God only knew what exactly might be waiting for her out there.
It was about an hour after she left her apartment that the headache fully dissipated, and she paused on the sidewalk, taking a few moments to appreciate the fact that she was pain free. A loud noise startled her from her thoughts, and she reached into her back pocket to pull her cell phone free.
The loud static was coming from it, although the phone had proved to be useless outside.
That was when she heard it. The soft sound of footfalls that sounded squishy, as if the person had walked into water wearing sneakers and they were still wet. Sam turned her head, eyes cutting over her shoulder only to see the outline of someone in the fog.
"Hey!" She called, turning quickly on her heel toward them, "You okay?" She yelled again, although she received no answer. Cautiously she moved forward, dread and fear coiling cold in the pit of her stomach with each step.
"Seriously, are you okay?" She asked, the figure only twitched in response, the action unnatural and inhuman but Sam kept pushing forward.
You're being an idiot. Go home.
Home wasn't any better than being out here, but she did stop in her tracks as the other figure began moving toward her. Sam's grip tightened on the poker, her breath coming out in short pants while her heart beat quickly in her chest.
"Oh my God…" she breathed out when the figure came into full view.
It was a grotesque humanoid looking creature. It's teeth were long, sharp, exposed due to the lips being absent from its face. Its eyes were white, fingers longer than she would've thought just from seeing it through the fog and tipped with long sharp nails that would surely shred her if they came into contact with her body. It was marred with blood, dirt, flesh toned although it was obviously not human.
It let out a high pitched scream, arms twitching and head twisting unnaturally.
Fear gripped her tightly as her free hand came up to cover one ear. This was a thing from her nightmares. Sam hadn't had any nightmares of this thing since she was a child. Her father had thought it would be funny to tell her the story of the boogeyman, of how he stole away naughty children in the dark if they weren't good and listened to their parents. She'd had nightmares for several years after that about it, but as time passed, she'd grown older they'd stopped. Horror films were something she enjoyed, stories of the unexplained and weird fascinated her, but there were some out there that had gotten to her over the years. It was those stories, those movies that had caused her to sleep with a light on just so she wouldn't feel alone or in the dark.
Sam was alone here. There wasn't anyone to protect her, and no light bright enough to scare this boogeyman away.
She barely had a moment to react as it leapt toward her. Sam took a sideways step, the thing hitting her shoulder with its claws digging into her flesh. The hit knocked her down, the poker skidding a few feet away from her as she landed. She grunted, eyes frantically searching for the poker.
The thing let out another inhuman scream, and she could hear it as it hit the pavement. She scrambled forward, fingers finally reaching the end of the poker. Sam gripped it tightly, rolled and swung as the thing landed on top of her.
Her hit made contact with the side of the things head, the hit reverberating up through her arm and its scream making her ears hurt because of its close proximity. She hit it again, finally knocking it away from her before she got up to her feet.
Home didn't sound so bad right now. Sam could take feeling sick if it meant getting away from that thing. Her grip didn't ease up on the poker as she ran, and she could still hear the sick squishing sound the thing made with each step as she kept running toward her apartment.
Her building was within sight, the thing still on her heels and she was sure that if she stopped to look back that she would surely die. Sam made it to the entrance of her apartment building, lungs and legs burning with the exertion. She didn't pause as she began to climb up the stairs, one flight after another until she reached the fifth floor and then her apartment.
The door slammed hard, the apartment looking better than it had when she left and she slumped down against the door.
Somewhere down below she heard the thing scream in rage, and then the world went dark around her.