555 – J.R’. She looked up at the sky for a moment and let out a sigh. She supposed that it was now or never. As she stood before the bunker, preparing herself mentally, she could hear some sort of faint noise coming from somewhere inside. She took a deep breath before knocking softly against the door with a hesitant, timid fist. Within seconds, she heard footsteps approaching; whoever was there paused for a brief moment before the door swung open silently. She looked into the face of a woman, dressed in overalls, holding a gun. "Can I help you?" She asked, staring down curiously at Carol. "Yes. My name's Carol." Carol responded hesitantly. The woman nodded her head slightly. "I need you to tell me where Daryl Dixon is."The woman’s brow furrowed and she lowered her gun slightly, lowering her head slightly as though confused. “Are you…are you talking about the boy in the bunker?” She asked Carol, her tone hesitant, not quite certain whether or not she should give h
Eric stood in the dark hallway with his heart beating faster by the silence that surrounded him. He knew one thing, none of this was real. He starts to explore the dark hotel hallway and he walks past two doors on the left and right. A strange feeling comes over him as he reaches the end and he opens the door closest to him and steps out. The room is a little bigger than the rest and has three other doors along the left and right walls. There’s another small door on the back side, which Eric assumes will lead to the bathroom but there’s no knob or handle on this door so he doesn’t try opening it. Eric goes into the next room, the last door on the left-hand wall. This room too is a lot smaller than the others so when he gets inside he sees why it had been locked. It looks like a cell with a cot, toilet,t, and sinks in it, only this cell isn’t made entirely of brick, there’s a metal frame on each corner and it looks like this place is built in an industrial setting. The lights are turn
The moon shines upon the garden of the orphanage, while Emily sits on the bench watching and feeling the rhythm of the night breeze. She feels alone, but not lonely. The sound of chirping birds reminds her that there is more than one way out of this place—and she will get back to it. She can’t stay here forever. But how does one escape from a cursed place? She tries to imagine what would happen if she tried walking away from it with everyone else. How could she ever get away with leaving this place behind without the help of an exorcist or witch? She knows it won’t work like that for any of them, not even for her. If she were to walk away right now, then all hope would be lost. And she couldn’t bear to think about leaving anyone behind who isn’t willing to give up their lives to make sure that she succeeds. She’d do anything for us, but it’s hard to see how she could ever accomplish something with no one supporting her. So she needs to get out somehow and figure this out first. But
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
After an hour of sitting in a circle, Phillip came back. He approached with a huge smile on his face. “Let's get started then, huh guys?" Phil smirksEveryone nodded at him eagerly and stood up. “Now, first things first. How are we going to build the fire? There's a lot of supplies in storage and I doubt we can start with a gas stove. We’ll need to use wood from the forest” he explainedAs Philip explained to them the details, they gathered materials in the kitchen. After finishing preparations, they sat near the fire and formed a circle, ready to begin the plan. They started talking about how they wanted to start, where they would put the furniture and everything in order and what kind of music they wanted to play while they worked. The men went around explaining to the women where the food was stored and how many chairs they need for the circle. One of the ladies, whom they nicknamed ‘Crazy Lady’, told everyone they could use her hair as an accelerant since she always wears it in a
She didn’t want to disturb them, not when they had already been through so much hardship, so much suffering, she didn’t want to upset them further…but she had nowhere else to turn.She turned into her classroom and found herself standing there, looking into the classroom window at the scene in front of her. She had always been curious about the world outside of this facility, and although her curiosity only grew stronger in college, she had refused to leave. It was too dangerous for them, too much responsibility, especially after what had happened, so she stayed there, trying to forget everything that had happened to her, trying to make new memories, new family. She tried very hard, but she still had problems remembering things she didn’t remember having, things like names or faces or the color of her skin. But somehow, in all these years, they never noticed that she was losing her grip, and eventually she became so consumed with grief, and confusion, that she was driven out of the pr
He beat me every single day, and after every beating he would force me to drink. Sometimes he would make me drink poison, other times he would pour alcohol onto my wounds, which caused them to become infected. I was always tired because of the constant beatings, but I never complained or questioned him; I just obeyed his orders. But then one day when I was thirteen years old, he went too far. He started hitting me harder and harder, and I could barely take anymore.” He began to cry again.“He wouldn’t stop until I passed out, which took almost two hours before I woke back up.” He sniffed quietly. “I guess he figured out that the alcohol hadn’t done its job and thought that I deserved a break. I woke up, and he was gone. The next morning, the police showed up at our house, asking us questions. They told us that we were lucky because they found your body, but they also told us to leave town and never come back. They even took our phone records so we couldn’t contact anyone else to infor
“Thank you.” He smiled softly.They started walking slowly together, side by side. Neither of them wanted to talk, so neither of them dared to do it. Instead, they both watched as the scenery around them slowly changed from the bleak buildings and dark alleyways that they had seen earlier to the open fields and beautiful forests that surrounded them.“You know, I’m glad to see that you don’t seem to mind being stuck in this city after everything that happened.” She said softly. “It must be nice living somewhere where people will look after you and provide you with food and shelter.”“Actually, yes. I always felt uncomfortable and unwanted in the hospital. I used to live alone in the foster homes, and I didn’t feel very safe, so whenever I had to move in with a new family, they would ask me for my name, age, and where I came from. They never really cared for me, and the kids there often ignored me and made fun of me. I was always bullied by the other kids, and sometimes even adults, an