Hershel Greene (greenepastures) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-28 19:06:00 |
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Stranded in this spooky town...
Who: Hershel and OTA wandering around the astral plane
What: Hershel's lost.
When: Wednesday
Where: Around town, on the 'other side'.
Warnings: Feels and creepiness
Status: Ongoing.
Hershel Greene had never been prone to wandering spells, even before he only had one leg to worry about. Now, even with the prosthetic, there was no way he'd have survived long outside of the prison. Due to the inevitable affects of age and an increasingly difficult life in the last few years, he simply couldn't keep up with everyone else. Maybe that's part of how he ended up... well, dead, back in 'their world'. He didn't know details; he specifically asked not to be told.
But this... this was something he wasn't used to. He'd found himself in the same dreamscape as last night after falling asleep. The same black and blue gloom with the vague semblance to Marrowood itself, except blanketed in a fog that always concealed his feet, and licked at his elbows whenever he moved. Early on, he'd determined this was no ordinary 'dream'- not only because of it's feel, but because Beth had been seeing the same thing.
Now, here he was again. Wandering in the black because one turn too many had lost his bearings. And it was too dark to make anything out unless he was right on it. That apparently included people, but they were still and soulless as mannequins, but a hell of a lot more menacing somehow.
"Hello!!" he called into the dark, one hand on his walking cane, the other on what felt like a park bench. He could feel the ghost of sensation where his heart should be, hammering steady but nervous. "Anybody out there!!"
He'd been here longer than he was starting to remember.