Nights 59: Ruins
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-They were spilled out somewhere that she didn't recognize. This wasn't a super creepy hospital or anything like that. Or military base. Whatever, she was trying to keep up. But it was hard to keep up with what suddenly presented itself to her. It wasn't like anything he mentioned: not a cute Stepford town or anything similar; it looked like an atomic bomb had gone off. Or maybe about three hundred years had passed without anyone attempting to excavate that happened here.
A shiver ran down her spine as she gained her bearings, pulling her arms to herself as she breathed out. That shiver only continued, though, because of how damn cold it was. She tried to ignore it, because she was supposed to be used to this crap. Canada and all that. But she wasn't, because she didn't get the slow transition into sudden frigid cold that she was used to. This was sudden-and not just because subspace decided to be a dick.
Ramona's eyebrows knit together as she looked at Scott. "What the hell is this?" she asked bluntly. Trying to beat around the bush wasn't going to do either of them any good. The place seriously creeped her out in ways that she didn't want to admit. Maybe because it just seemed so realistic. Realism was pretty present in the hospital, but this looked like someone came in and gutted this place, and the end result was what could've been The Village if the people weren't so damn tenacious. Or cute, which was pretty much Bryce Dallas Howard's selling point.
Another shiver ran through her as she waited for a response.
-They were spilled out somewhere that she didn't recognize. This wasn't a super creepy hospital or anything like that. Or military base. Whatever, she was trying to keep up. But it was hard to keep up with what suddenly presented itself to her. It wasn't like anything he mentioned: not a cute Stepford town or anything similar; it looked like an atomic bomb had gone off. Or maybe about three hundred years had passed without anyone attempting to excavate that happened here.
A shiver ran down her spine as she gained her bearings, pulling her arms to herself as she breathed out. That shiver only continued, though, because of how damn cold it was. She tried to ignore it, because she was supposed to be used to this crap. Canada and all that. But she wasn't, because she didn't get the slow transition into sudden frigid cold that she was used to. This was sudden-and not just because subspace decided to be a dick.
Ramona's eyebrows knit together as she looked at Scott. "What the hell is this?" she asked bluntly. Trying to beat around the bush wasn't going to do either of them any good. The place seriously creeped her out in ways that she didn't want to admit. Maybe because it just seemed so realistic. Realism was pretty present in the hospital, but this looked like someone came in and gutted this place, and the end result was what could've been The Village if the people weren't so damn tenacious. Or cute, which was pretty much Bryce Dallas Howard's selling point.
Another shiver ran through her as she waited for a response.