[There's the sensation of falling and Ellie tries to reach out and steady herself but grasps only air. Then suddenly she's under frigid water and she can't tell which way is up. Thankfully, the light of the moon is just enough for her to orient herself and surface... up against ice.
Fuck. This is like being caught under the waves of the ocean outside of the aquarium...
She beats at it with a furious fist, beating until it's bruised and bloody until finally, as her vision starts to turn red, she breaks through to the surface.
Coughing and shaking, she crawls to the shore, vaguely taking in the remnants of what was the vibrant Christmas village. Fuck. It's cold. She'll die out here.
They'll die out here as her eyes move towards someone else who suffered the same miserable fate.]
Come on. We... we need to get warm. Start a fire.
[There's got to be something around here that would help with that.]
It doesn't even snow this much in Jackson. So how the hell is it snowing like this here in California? Admittedly, fucked up hellscape California but still.
Ellie can't deal with being trapped. It makes her twitchy. She paces the house, picks at her nails, eats and sleeps less than usual. It's torture. And day by day, hour by hour, the snowmen start to appear. At first she ignores it, like it's a stupid prank. Then eventually, it's moved from stupid to deeply uncomfortable.
She can't take it anymore. Using one of her many molotovs that she's created over the past few weeks like a mad inventor, she lights it and then tosses it out into the crowd of snowmen in front of her door in an explosion of light.
No big deal, just like lighting up a bunch of clickers.
Then there's the smell of burning flesh and the as the flames die down, a pile of burnt Robbies in her front yard, still smiling like they never even felt pain or fear.]
Fuck! Oh god.
[Oh. God. Fuck. She didn't think they were people. But the Robbies don't seem to be people. They were people... Just like that woman in the aquarium... She had been...
Ellie turns and vomits what little she had eaten over the past few days into the snow before slumping against the door frame and trying to catch her breath.
She can't stop staring at face of the Robbie nearest to her. Half of it has been burnt away.
Maybe a passerby whom she just helped or just happens be around could snap her out of it.]
iii. Wildcard
[Feel free to PP me or hit me up on plurk at mythal and we can plot anything out!]
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(cw: near drowning)
[There's the sensation of falling and Ellie tries to reach out and steady herself but grasps only air. Then suddenly she's under frigid water and she can't tell which way is up. Thankfully, the light of the moon is just enough for her to orient herself and surface... up against ice.
Fuck. This is like being caught under the waves of the ocean outside of the aquarium...
She beats at it with a furious fist, beating until it's bruised and bloody until finally, as her vision starts to turn red, she breaks through to the surface.
Coughing and shaking, she crawls to the shore, vaguely taking in the remnants of what was the vibrant Christmas village. Fuck. It's cold. She'll die out here.
They'll die out here as her eyes move towards someone else who suffered the same miserable fate.]
Come on. We... we need to get warm. Start a fire.
[There's got to be something around here that would help with that.]
ii. Up on the Housetop
(cw: claustrophobia, molotovs, burns, ptsd, emetophobia)
[Fuck this.
It doesn't even snow this much in Jackson. So how the hell is it snowing like this here in California? Admittedly, fucked up hellscape California but still.
Ellie can't deal with being trapped. It makes her twitchy. She paces the house, picks at her nails, eats and sleeps less than usual. It's torture. And day by day, hour by hour, the snowmen start to appear. At first she ignores it, like it's a stupid prank. Then eventually, it's moved from stupid to deeply uncomfortable.
She can't take it anymore. Using one of her many molotovs that she's created over the past few weeks like a mad inventor, she lights it and then tosses it out into the crowd of snowmen in front of her door in an explosion of light.
No big deal, just like lighting up a bunch of clickers.
Then there's the smell of burning flesh and the as the flames die down, a pile of burnt Robbies in her front yard, still smiling like they never even felt pain or fear.]
Fuck! Oh god.
[Oh. God. Fuck. She didn't think they were people. But the Robbies don't seem to be people. They were people... Just like that woman in the aquarium... She had been...
Ellie turns and vomits what little she had eaten over the past few days into the snow before slumping against the door frame and trying to catch her breath.
She can't stop staring at face of the Robbie nearest to her. Half of it has been burnt away.
Maybe a passerby whom she just helped or just happens be around could snap her out of it.]
iii. Wildcard
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