It's Just This Whole Day Hasn't Gone Quite -- Well -- According To Plan
Oh God oh God oh GOD!
Victor Van Dort is not used to situations like these, and he's panicking like he's never panicked before. There is a dead woman chasing him. There is a dead woman CHASING HIM! He can’t really figure out how or why, but that doesn’t matter so much at the moment. All that matters is that there is a DEAD WOMAN CHASING HIM!!
He risks a glance backward. She's still there, a small smile on her lips, hands reaching out to him. Victor turns his attention back to the forest in front of him. Looking at her partially-skeletal form just makes his blood feel icy. Besides, he’d learned his lesson about not watching where he was going when he’d run into that tree. Twice.
That's the worst part of it. It seems like the forest itself is trying to prevent him from escaping the walking corpse. He’d fallen down a hill into the old cemetery and hit his head on a tombstone, run into that tree, stumbled down another hill onto a patch of particularly slippery ice --
And now he’s run into a patch of very thick brambles. The dried thorns snag at his clothes, doing their best to keep him captive as he struggles through them. Victor desperately surges forward, determined not to let that corpse catch him. He hears cloth rip as he tears his way through the branches, but he doesn’t care. Right now, all he wants in the world is to get home before --
The bridge! If he didn't feel so scared (and frankly, out of breath), Victor might have laughed. He runs for it, desperate to cross and return to a world where the dead don’t rise from their graves and chase you all over the countryside. The forest has one final trick up its sleeve, though, and he's forced to duck to his knees as a flock of ravens flies overhead, cawing loudly. He remains like that for a moment, making sure the birds are gone, then stands up quickly and turns around, breathing hard.
Only to see what looks like the inside of a very battered building.
Victor pauses, the terror on his face melting into confusion. This -- this isn't home. This isn't home by a long stretch. This isn't even outside. This is some weird place with a big hole in the wall and lots of shattered masonry and glass about. How on earth did he get here from the bridge? He only closed his eyes a moment. . . .
At least that corpse woman's gone. Victor slowly picks his way to the door and peers out. The world outside is totally unfamiliar. He's never seen anything like it. "Oh, no," he murmurs, one hand going to his tie and twisting it. "Now what have I done?"
Victor Van Dort is not used to situations like these, and he's panicking like he's never panicked before. There is a dead woman chasing him. There is a dead woman CHASING HIM! He can’t really figure out how or why, but that doesn’t matter so much at the moment. All that matters is that there is a DEAD WOMAN CHASING HIM!!
He risks a glance backward. She's still there, a small smile on her lips, hands reaching out to him. Victor turns his attention back to the forest in front of him. Looking at her partially-skeletal form just makes his blood feel icy. Besides, he’d learned his lesson about not watching where he was going when he’d run into that tree. Twice.
That's the worst part of it. It seems like the forest itself is trying to prevent him from escaping the walking corpse. He’d fallen down a hill into the old cemetery and hit his head on a tombstone, run into that tree, stumbled down another hill onto a patch of particularly slippery ice --
And now he’s run into a patch of very thick brambles. The dried thorns snag at his clothes, doing their best to keep him captive as he struggles through them. Victor desperately surges forward, determined not to let that corpse catch him. He hears cloth rip as he tears his way through the branches, but he doesn’t care. Right now, all he wants in the world is to get home before --
The bridge! If he didn't feel so scared (and frankly, out of breath), Victor might have laughed. He runs for it, desperate to cross and return to a world where the dead don’t rise from their graves and chase you all over the countryside. The forest has one final trick up its sleeve, though, and he's forced to duck to his knees as a flock of ravens flies overhead, cawing loudly. He remains like that for a moment, making sure the birds are gone, then stands up quickly and turns around, breathing hard.
Only to see what looks like the inside of a very battered building.
Victor pauses, the terror on his face melting into confusion. This -- this isn't home. This isn't home by a long stretch. This isn't even outside. This is some weird place with a big hole in the wall and lots of shattered masonry and glass about. How on earth did he get here from the bridge? He only closed his eyes a moment. . . .
At least that corpse woman's gone. Victor slowly picks his way to the door and peers out. The world outside is totally unfamiliar. He's never seen anything like it. "Oh, no," he murmurs, one hand going to his tie and twisting it. "Now what have I done?"