Kat Warbler (sharkswithguns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-05-08 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | kat warbler |
Who: War!Kat
Where: AU!World; affectionately known as "Zombieland"
What: Arrival and etc.
When: Midnightish
Rating: Not... super high, but also high because zombiepanic from Kat?
Waking up in a sleeping bag in the back of a truck was not what Kat was expecting. She'd gone to sleep with Simon, curled up against his side. It wasn't terribly common, but it was pretty much the only way she slept, anymore - which was something she never really found the time to think about. This certainly wasn't that time, either, because now she was in a smelly sleeping bag, wearing almost nothing (that, itself, was not new, actually), which was fine in theory except there was someone else in another sleeping bag next to her in the back of this truck and she was not entirely sure who that someone was. The only light was starlight, maybe some faint orange glow from somewhere nearby, and Kat felt unease creep up her spine as she sat up, tugging the edge of the sleeping bag up around her.
Fine. So she was somewhere weird. Maybe she'd sleep-teleported. Maybe that was a thing she did, now. Either way, she would just go back, and-
-no, no no no no no this wasn't right, she couldn't teleport, why couldn't she teleport? Not again, not again not again, frantic, forgetting, for a moment, the need for silence and stillness as she sat straight up, breath harsh and shallow, scrabbling blindly at the part of her mind that took her other places, the part she’d come to be able to just touch and be gone. Nothing was happening. She was trapped and she didn’t know where and she didn’t know what was out there, why she was here. Her phone wasn’t here, she wasn’t wearing her jeans and she’d shoved it in her pocket last night and then her pocket was in her pants which were on Simon’s floor which was not here and she had no way to get back, she had no-
A hand on her arm startled her. The strangled yelp that happened then, Kat was going to blame on someone else, thanks, because there was no way that sound could ever be her. Nope.
“Kat?”
Ethan? Why the hell was- no, okay, so she really was dreaming, because unless the seal had gotten something wrong, this wasn’t ‘back home’, and Ethan wasn’t in Lawrence, which, okay, neither was she right now, but-
-but, no, she wasn’t ‘home’ because what the actual fuck? She’d watched her show. She’d seen her whole story arc pan out, and at no point did she ever end up camping in a smelly sleeping bag in the back of a pickup truck. With Ethan. Or anyone else.
“Hey, you had a nightmare again. Lay back d- where are your cl-”
“Shut up, you’re not real, you are not allowed to get all prissy at me about clothing when you’re not even real,” Kat snapped, pointing a finger at the general person-shaped blob in the dark. “Or even if you are real. Just no.”
“What? Of course I’m real, what are you talking about?”
“Where’s-” she flapped a hand, pressing the other to her forehead, to her eyes. “If this is real, if I’m back home, then where’s Lina?” Her sister was pretty much the only reason she would have wanted to go back home, anymore - things had been getting better, when they weren’t going crazy and getting worse, and she didn’t really want to leave, but she missed her sister, and it had been getting to the point where any time she thought about going home, she felt torn and guilty and weird, so, damn it, if she was here, she wanted to see Lina.
“...Kat.” It’s something about the tone of voice that makes Kat’s blood go cold. He doesn’t have to say anything else, not really, but he keeps going anyway, starts rambling about you know what happened, you were there which isn’t okay, because if she was there this shouldn’t even be a thing they’re talking about, she should have kept her safe from - from whatever it was. Now he was saying something like they were too fast, and-
“They?”
He’s getting frustrated. She can tell. She clutches at the edge of the truck bed, at the fabric of the sleeping bag. Tries to keep herself grounded, because it’s not what it sounded like, it’s not the firs thing that came to her mind, and she has nothing to worry about other than everything, but it’s not-
“The fucking zombies, Kat, what do you think?”
No. Nope. Not real. None of this was real. She was having a super vivid dream. Maybe those muffins she’d brought back from Spain were laced with slow-acting superdrugs, or maybe she was in a coma and having super ridiculous horrible dreams, but either way this was not a thing that was happening, thanks anyway.
-
Ethan kept trying to make sure she was alright - like, medically, reaching out to check her pulse, turning her head to check her eyes for some reason, asking if she hit her head, are you sure you didn’t... and Kat just silently goes with it. Tries not to think about how she really, really misses the other overly-worried doctor in her life, or about the fact that she remembers this one has a thing for her, too, or about how much she really didn’t want to think about those two things at the same time.
He was finally sitting a bit away, no longer poking at her or whatever, when there was some loud clanging sound, and shouting, and she whirled around in confusion, but it was dark except for the fire they were sitting by, so she turned back and Ethan was already holding a gun, strapping an ammo belt across his chest. It takes all of that for her to realize what’s happening, and then it’s like someone flipped a switch in her brain that sent her from mild distress into full-blown panic as reality hit home.
She couldn’t breathe. She needed to breathe because she needed to get up and move and she needed a gun, and she needed to get somewhere else, she couldn’t just sit here, but she couldn’t do any of that right now because everything was going dark, and someone grabbed her and she lashed out, instinctively, trying to break free or at least do some damage in the process, no nononono not again, not again-
The sound of the zombies is different than she remembers. There’s more of a howling quality to their moans, and they’re faster than she thought they’d be. She finds herself being manhandled into the back of the truck, a gun shoved at her, and then Ethan is off in the dark, lighting torches around the camp, and Kat is paralyzed and terrified and can’t quite figure out how to get her hands to work to even hold the gun, let alone aim it or fire it or be sure she had the right target so she doesn’t bother, just curls in on herself and waits for all of this to stop.