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Oct. 2nd, 2019 02:58 pmdated: Oct 6
Richie is dead.
She hadn't seen it happen, not directly. She'd seen the creature, she'd seen Richie. She'd been too cowardly to look, to see what she'd known was going to happen. She'd closed her eyes, tightly. She'd turned her head.
And when she'd looked back, Richie was gone.
That's when she'd tried to move forward. Too late, but she'd moved. Someone, she's not sure who, had stopped her.
The rest is kind of a blur, but when they'd gotten back to the house, she'd hidden in her room, for hours.
The next few days are quiet, even by their standards. She finds out later that others have died, too. It's somber. It's hard. This place isn't fair. Regan can't believe she's thinking it, but she misses Darrow. She misses when it was safe.
But now, she wishes, so hard, that her family could just come with her.
It's a few days later that the creature comes back. Or maybe it's a different one. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know why it's here, what it heard that drew it close, but it's here, and now everyone is fighting it. There's a miserable part of her that doesn't want to fight it. But her mom is so pregnant, and her dad and brother are still here, and so many of her friends are still here. She can't let any of them get hurt just because she misses the others.
Misses Richie.
There's only one creature. At first, it goes on a rampage, looking for the sound it knows it must have heard. Dad, Frank, and some others are poised with weapons, like they're going to rush it at the first sign of weakness. It slows down, turning its blind head this way and that, trying to hear something, anything.
Regan's holding her breath, huddled down beside someone, gripping their hand tightly. But her eyes are fixed on the creature. It turns in a circle on its impossibly long, ungainly legs. Its toothy mouth opens, and judging by the jerky jump in some people, it's making a sound.
Then it happens. Its head opens. One of the armored plates on the side of its head lifts away. The inside is pink and shiny muscle, and even from where she is, Regan can see it contract and twitch, trying to hone in on some sound.
[ THE GRIPPING CONCLUSION!!! jk jk but WE DID IT GUYS it's the END OF THE PLOT. As before, gathering style! Tag in/around at ANY POINT of the gathering that you choose. Be the person that deals an injury to the creature! Be the reason it found its way to the house! Mourn the loss of your friend(s) from the previous post! PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING GOES. Regan will be waking up when the creature is injured and it runs away. It won't be killed, because as far as Regan knows, it can't be, but it will sustain an injury to the tender meat of its inner head, which will prompt it to flee and trigger Regan waking up, and therefore all of y'all's pups waking up, too! ]
Richie is dead.
She hadn't seen it happen, not directly. She'd seen the creature, she'd seen Richie. She'd been too cowardly to look, to see what she'd known was going to happen. She'd closed her eyes, tightly. She'd turned her head.
And when she'd looked back, Richie was gone.
That's when she'd tried to move forward. Too late, but she'd moved. Someone, she's not sure who, had stopped her.
The rest is kind of a blur, but when they'd gotten back to the house, she'd hidden in her room, for hours.
The next few days are quiet, even by their standards. She finds out later that others have died, too. It's somber. It's hard. This place isn't fair. Regan can't believe she's thinking it, but she misses Darrow. She misses when it was safe.
But now, she wishes, so hard, that her family could just come with her.
It's a few days later that the creature comes back. Or maybe it's a different one. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know why it's here, what it heard that drew it close, but it's here, and now everyone is fighting it. There's a miserable part of her that doesn't want to fight it. But her mom is so pregnant, and her dad and brother are still here, and so many of her friends are still here. She can't let any of them get hurt just because she misses the others.
Misses Richie.
There's only one creature. At first, it goes on a rampage, looking for the sound it knows it must have heard. Dad, Frank, and some others are poised with weapons, like they're going to rush it at the first sign of weakness. It slows down, turning its blind head this way and that, trying to hear something, anything.
Regan's holding her breath, huddled down beside someone, gripping their hand tightly. But her eyes are fixed on the creature. It turns in a circle on its impossibly long, ungainly legs. Its toothy mouth opens, and judging by the jerky jump in some people, it's making a sound.
Then it happens. Its head opens. One of the armored plates on the side of its head lifts away. The inside is pink and shiny muscle, and even from where she is, Regan can see it contract and twitch, trying to hone in on some sound.
[ THE GRIPPING CONCLUSION!!! jk jk but WE DID IT GUYS it's the END OF THE PLOT. As before, gathering style! Tag in/around at ANY POINT of the gathering that you choose. Be the person that deals an injury to the creature! Be the reason it found its way to the house! Mourn the loss of your friend(s) from the previous post! PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING GOES. Regan will be waking up when the creature is injured and it runs away. It won't be killed, because as far as Regan knows, it can't be, but it will sustain an injury to the tender meat of its inner head, which will prompt it to flee and trigger Regan waking up, and therefore all of y'all's pups waking up, too! ]
