Amber Holloway (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scribble_puppet) wrote2010-02-18 11:25 am
scribble_puppet) wrote2010-02-18 11:25 am
Alchemilla Hospital, 2F (Nightmare World)
Gun: loaded
Door: closed behind her
Hallway: empty
Amber: breathing
She doesn't have anything to say. She's carefully not thinking. The only thing is forward. Out.
Rooms. Doors. Maybe there's a fire escape. Something.
Out.
The patient rooms are empty and silent. Some of the doors open; most are jammed. One that does open yields a box of bullets. She doesn't think about that, just takes them for the future.
And there's 203. It won't open, but the sound and feel are different. Locked.
Her focus had been on the doorknobs themselves, but the box attached to the door catches her eye; the box, and the clipboard in it:
Jane Doe?
...doesn't matter. Got to get out.
The only other door that'll open is the nurse's center. She feels a brief hope that the other wing of the floor will lead to an exit... until she finds that that wing is also blocked by doors that will never open again.
She takes a deep, frustrated breath and surveys the room. Broken computer monitors and keyboards. Jagged, carved-up desks. Filing cabinets in disarray. Stained papers strewn all over.
A ring of keys on top of a stack of forms. One is tagged "203." She snatches the ring up. Then looks down at the form.
"...same one?" she murmurs, inspecting it. Something about the whole thing seems off. Aside from the nightmare world thing.
Jane Doe. Ashfield. 203. Law enforcement.
She folds the paper and slips it into her bag, then, key in hand, heads to room 203. As she unlocks the door, she checks the window. It's almost opaque with smoke damage.
She opens the door.
It seems fresher than the others. The bed has sheets. It almost feels like someone might have been here, inexplicably.
After checking the corners of the room with her flashlight, Amber heads for the bed, and the open textbook on it.
"...what in..."
What is this place's deal with fire?!
And then, the world shakes. The walls and floor unravel, revealing not more disgusting building but- even worse- nothing beyond it. She grabs for a bedrail, anything, to keep her footing, but even the bed is shredding to blackness.
The floor under her feet vanishes. She screams in the abyss.
And then
walls ceiling floor moving
furniture paint posters books paper
A room
It's... not the one she was in.
It looks like the hospital. Only... a generalized version, as if the whole place had to be made one place.
And even more... the decay and death isn't there. It's as if it were the place, just empty of people.
There's soft sunlight through a window.
Amber collapses on a bench with a sigh. There's too much to take in right now. She leans back and closes her eyes.
The sun is warm.
Soft darkness floods her mind.
Door: closed behind her
Hallway: empty
Amber: breathing
She doesn't have anything to say. She's carefully not thinking. The only thing is forward. Out.
Rooms. Doors. Maybe there's a fire escape. Something.
Out.
The patient rooms are empty and silent. Some of the doors open; most are jammed. One that does open yields a box of bullets. She doesn't think about that, just takes them for the future.
And there's 203. It won't open, but the sound and feel are different. Locked.
Her focus had been on the doorknobs themselves, but the box attached to the door catches her eye; the box, and the clipboard in it:
Jane Doe?
...doesn't matter. Got to get out.
The only other door that'll open is the nurse's center. She feels a brief hope that the other wing of the floor will lead to an exit... until she finds that that wing is also blocked by doors that will never open again.
She takes a deep, frustrated breath and surveys the room. Broken computer monitors and keyboards. Jagged, carved-up desks. Filing cabinets in disarray. Stained papers strewn all over.
A ring of keys on top of a stack of forms. One is tagged "203." She snatches the ring up. Then looks down at the form.
"...same one?" she murmurs, inspecting it. Something about the whole thing seems off. Aside from the nightmare world thing.
Jane Doe. Ashfield. 203. Law enforcement.
She folds the paper and slips it into her bag, then, key in hand, heads to room 203. As she unlocks the door, she checks the window. It's almost opaque with smoke damage.
She opens the door.
It seems fresher than the others. The bed has sheets. It almost feels like someone might have been here, inexplicably.
After checking the corners of the room with her flashlight, Amber heads for the bed, and the open textbook on it.
"...what in..."
What is this place's deal with fire?!
And then, the world shakes. The walls and floor unravel, revealing not more disgusting building but- even worse- nothing beyond it. She grabs for a bedrail, anything, to keep her footing, but even the bed is shredding to blackness.
The floor under her feet vanishes. She screams in the abyss.
And then
walls ceiling floor moving
furniture paint posters books paper
A room
It's... not the one she was in.
It looks like the hospital. Only... a generalized version, as if the whole place had to be made one place.
And even more... the decay and death isn't there. It's as if it were the place, just empty of people.
There's soft sunlight through a window.
Amber collapses on a bench with a sigh. There's too much to take in right now. She leans back and closes her eyes.
The sun is warm.
Soft darkness floods her mind.