Noah Richardson (perishtwice) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-03-14 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 070, noah |
Shadow Truths
Who: Noah
Where: his room
When: 8:15 a.m.
Noah became aware that something was wrong before he was even fully awake. His bed in the cabin he'd shared with Billy and Jean-Léon had not been that comfortable, but it had been his. He'd gotten used to it and the noises from the town that were always background. Something was wrong, but it wasn't simply the bed in which he found himself. It was more. There'd been arguing, people swearing and shouting, a fistfight beginning and then guns being pulled. Noah's main focus had been to try to protect the girls, to keep them out of the line of fire-- even though Ariel had been trying to get into the thick of it, as could be expected-- and he hadn't been fast enough to prevent what had happened next. A bullet had gone through Billy's neck, and what he'd seen couldn't have been real. Could it?
Noah hadn't had the chance to find out. It was the last thing he remembered, and as he dragged his heavy eyelids open, he turned his head, looking around for the people who'd become friends and comrades. Britten, Ariel, Lana, Jean-Léon and Billy. He'd spent weeks in their company... hadn't he? As he gazed around at the room he'd last seen on the evening of Day 15 in Mount Zenith, he wasn't all that sure of anything.
The room was mostly as he remembered. Beige curtains, shiny black wall behind his head, gold lamps to either side of him on the nightstands. He squinted and saw couch, coffee table, TV stand, the art on the wall across the room unchanged from the last time he'd been here. The only difference was that the windows seemed not to be in the same places they'd been before. The angles of the room were slightly different. With a leaden hand he pushed back the covers and discovered he was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. That was all he'd worn to bed the last night he'd spent here.
Was any of it real? Noah sat up as slowly as a person decades older than he was and got up, stealing over to the nearest window to look out. There was snow everywhere, although it looked as if there'd been a path cleared to the road to town. He stood quietly for probably half an hour, trying to decide if enough time had passed for there to be snow on the ground or if he'd hallucinated everything that had happened since the last time he recalled being here in the house. Or had he hallucinated his first fifteen days here? Could that thing when Billy'd been shot have been real? That kind of technology wasn't fucking possible.
Finally he turned away from the window and took a shower, discovering the bathroom to be the same way he'd left it. The clothes in the dressers and closets were the same, also, and he dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a long-sleeved button-up shirt, which he left open. Might as well dress comfortably when you think you might have lost your damn mind. Noah sat down in the desk chair and turned on his computer, doing his best to stave off the blind panic that kept wanting to overtake him.