will graham (thisismydesign) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-15 02:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | bev katz, will graham |
Who: Bev Katz & Will Graham
What: Chit chatting
When: Right meow
Where: The cafeteria
WARNINGS: Probably Bev's hilarious dark sense of humor and Will is just... uh. Dark.
When Will runs his tongue over his teeth, he can still taste blood. He's too scared to admit how it tastes because there's still a part of him that's still hungry. It doesn't matter that Alana is crying, sitting helpless in the grass before him. She can cry all she wants, it will all be over soon. She could cry an ocean for him, and all the mistakes that were made, but there was no washing away what was coming, drawing nearer, and nearer with every plead and cry. Will's back may be turned to it, but he knows what comes next, and he's so sure, and so unafraid even as he feels a sharp, hot, puff of breath on the back of his neck. Hooves no longer scuff at the ground behind him. The wait is over.
Alana starts to cry harder. Her hands cover her eyes. She can't watch. She can't see.
Antlers punch clean into Will's back, and out through his chest. He gasps for air out of reflex, but the pain is gone just as quickly as it came. He doesn't feel cold.. he knows that's not right, but he isn't afraid. Not until he blinks, and Alana is gone. Dread sets in too hard and fast to leave any room for panic, because he knows what this means.
There's no warning. The antlers rip back, leaving his body and drawing the fire out. It spreads quickly, enveloping him in a matter of a single second. He can't even scream, but somewhere, just out of sight Alana does. Not for him this time, but for herself.
"....I made a mistake"
Will's shoulders gave off a twitch, before he sat up straight with enough violence to nearly knock him out of his chair and away from the cafeteria table. He quickly dropped his hands onto the surface to brace himself, putting the chair on all four legs again. When he looks down at his hands, he's surprised to see uncharred skin. Shaking, but uncharred. His head pounded, and his eyes burned, but he was fine. He wasn't outside. He must have dozed off sitting up. It was just another dream. Obviously just another dream, but Will didn't dare blink just yet. His wide eyes darted back and forth, taking in as much uninterrupted exposure to the waking world until his body forced him to blink. The cafeteria looked empty from what he could tell... at least in front of him. Thank Christ. That was good enough for him.
Hunching forward, Will's fingers slipped around the styrofoam cup of half drank coffee. He could tell it wasn't hot anymore, but he didn't care. He threw the cup back and swallowed the cold greedily. That would help. It had to.