Who: Oliver and OPEN (Multiples okay!) When: 4am Where: Lounge
Oliver felt like his brain was trying to throttle its way out of his skull as he woke up, his hands immediately going to his ears to block out the sound of...whatever it was. Even in the dark, the situation felt alien and familiar at the same time, and in the bleariness of the early hour, he half expected to see that he was in a room full of other men on cots, all rustling to attention to react to whatever chaos was erupting outside.
Zenith. Kidnapped. Test. Test?
The sound evaporated, but the buzzing in his ears afterward relayed that he was going to be feeling that for a while yet. Lovely damn way to start the morning. He grunted as he threw the blanket off of his legs and moved to stand, his pinky digging into his ear as he did his best to try and remember how he'd fallen asleep the night before. Nothing weird had happened. The sound. It had come from outside, hadn't it?
He moved to the window, clad only in a pair of long, dark blue pajama pants. He refrained from turning on any of the lights, knowing that would only make looking outside all the more difficult, pulling the curtain aside and raising the blinds so he could peer into the darkness. He couldn't see anything, but fuck, his ears were starting to feel worse. What sort of blast had it been? Had it come from town? Whatever it was, he could sense some sort of low rattle reverberating in his ribs. It almost reminded him of walking beside a tank.
Then the other sound started, and he visible jumped and cringed against the sudden sensation of needles digging their way through his ears. He gasped and bent at the waist, bracing himself as both of his hands moved to plug his ears, backing away from the window as if the distance might help him.
And then....nothing.
He exhaled, half-panting as he stood again, frowning deeply at window as if it was guilty of whatever that had even been. No doubt everyone in the house was awake now. Maybe something like this had happened before. Fuck, why the hell did they have to do it so damn early? He turned to head toward the door, figuring his normal bathroom routine could wait for a few minutes while he tried to convene with some of the other residents on what was going on in the first place, but a new sound caught his attention. Was that the magpies? Well, sure, they probably just had the shit scared out of them too. That also made him think of the poor deer in town, and how freaked out he must have been, but that train of thought died the instant he heard the first low, solid thump. It sounded like someone had thrown a heavy snowball against the wall from the outside, if, maybe, the wall had been a little thinner. A second thud drew his attention toward the bathroom, another hit on another wall. Another thud. Another. Another.
The first sound of the window shattering caused him to jolt upright, and he saw bits of glass rain down from the top pane. Whatever it was, it had gotten stuck partway through and was now poking against the blinds. He only had a few seconds to wonder what the hell it even was before two shapes blasted through the lower section, sending bits of glass across the floor. His body moved away automatically, his bare feet dancing away from danger even as he twisted and ripped open the door. Fuck, what the fuck! He stepped through it backwards, his eyes focusing on the bloody trails and twitching shapes on the wood now illuminated by the light in the lounge. Now that he knew what they were, he did his best to block out the increasingly repetitive sound of the thudding outside.
Another shatter drew his attention to the window looking out on the deck, and another small body rolled toward his feet. The deck itself was littered with tiny, feathered corpses, their numbers increasing by the second.
"What...the fuck," was all the could manage as he stared.