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Her body jerks.

The carpet is hard and sky blue. There are shelves around her, stocked with dusty toys. More toys hang from the white ceiling, spinning gently back and forth. Sunlight, filtered by fog, streams in from a picture window.

She sits up.

The gun is still in her hand. It's down on bullets. (She reloads.) Everything is all there. Except "there" is somewhere she's never seen.

Not that she is complaining. An abandoned toy store is infinitely preferable to where she just was.

She wearily pulls herself to her feet, rubbing her head.

And then she notices the quiet voice, slightly muffled by shelving and distance. She pads through the aisles, ears straining to find its source. Right now, anyone alive is better than complete solitude.

Date: 2009-08-13 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
"Bullshit!" It's an expression of surprise more than a direct argument. "People live here?! Where?!"

Date: 2009-08-13 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
He looks at her uncertainly. "In houses?"

Date: 2009-08-13 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
"The fuck is wrong with you?!"

Date: 2009-08-13 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
He stands, unfolding to a head taller than her.

"...oh... You're... Amber."

Date: 2009-08-13 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
Things have suddenly gotten more unpleasant.

"Who told you who I am?" She holds the gun up when he takes a step toward her. "Stay the fuck away! What's goin' on?!"

Date: 2009-08-13 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
The gun doesn't even enter into his mind as a threat, though her demeanor is a bit worrisome.

"...but we're really happy you came here..."

Date: 2009-08-13 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
She's not sure she can shoot an actual, living person. Not one with that hurt expression, anyway.

"Who is?"

Date: 2009-08-13 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
"Everyone. Mama and Papa and me and everyone. We were scared you'd be gone forever."

Date: 2009-08-13 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
She kicks a plastic truck into the wall, cursing with frustration.

Date: 2009-08-13 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
He shrinks back.

"um... you gotta go to the lakeside, OK?" Carefully, he picks his way over the doll set, backing down the aisle.

"We'll wait for you."

And he disappears around the corner.

Date: 2009-08-13 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
"What? Why? Hey, you-"

He's gone. She shakes her head. He wasn't actually being helpful, anyhow.

Sighing, she turns back, then looks down at the doll set.

There's the Father doll and the Mother doll, both lying where he'd dropped them. And there's a second Mother doll, set on a little pile of blocks, next to a box of matches.

"...kind of crazy shit...?"

She stands again. No point trying to figure out that mess. Probably just a crazy homeless guy or something. Escaped mental patient.

More importantly, now that she's in the real world again, she's getting out of here.

She goes out into the street.

Date: 2010-06-10 05:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hollow-way.livejournal.com
[But not really (http://community.livejournal.com/wesleepingwake/16067.html)]

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