[When the screen flickers to life, Mary is holding the camera at arm's length...looking quite unnerved and upset. It's clear from the fog that he's outside, shivering with the moisture in the air. He draws a few shaky breaths before speaking, as evenly as he can muster....]

Working with the Police, I've had to see this kind of thing...quite often. ( Read more... )

 [For the first time in a while, Mary Lightly's image flickers onto the screen. Despite the unusual silence from him, and despite the current happenings...his face is calm. Blank. He scarcely blinks as he regards the camera, drawing a slow breath through his nose before speaking.]

...Hi.

[His voice is very quiet. He pushes his glasses up on his nose ( Read more... )

 [Mary sounds panicked - his voice choked up and running over itself. Something is...definitely wrong.]

The lighthouse - I -

What happened to the lighthouse? D-does anyone know? It's all crumbled. Something...someone...something destroyed it....

[The wind whistles past and into the reciever. Against all common sense, he is standing outside in the fog ( Read more... )

 [Mary sounds...a little less deadpan than normal and a little more nervous. The sound of turning pages can be heard.]

Hey...has...anyone seen or heard from Alfred Ashford lately?

I just wanted to call him about something, but...I can't find his name anywhere in the phone book. Which...seems to be magically updated.

[More turning pages.]

Alfred, if you ( Read more... )

[The line clicks to life quite accidentally sometime mid-afternoon - the clattering of jars and silverware can be heard, someone bustling around the kitchen -

But that's...not the most prevalent thing you're hearing. No, that would have to be Mary...singing. An odd song. Loudly. Because he thinks no one can hear him. His voice isn't BAD, just... ( Read more... )

I had wondered what everyone was talking aboutin all these calls.went outside.

If I sawwho I thought I saw then weareallinbig troubble have to pay attentionhavetopayattention

buthesdead

youcantbebleedinglikethatandnotbedead

[There is a long pause before another text comes along.]

But I did, didn't I

 [There's Mary - this time he hasn't propped the camera up anywhere, instead holding it out in front of him and peering into it with his intense light blue eyes. He looks a bit rumpled, a bit dark under the eyes...he hasn't been sleeping right. His tone is level, but there's...nervousness in his eyes.]

Hi. How about those zombies, huh? Everyone ( Read more... )

[The call begins, and the camera is set a little distance away from him - he's seated in what's left of his waterlogged house, hands folded over a notepad in his lap. He's slouching, as usual, in his chair - and as usual, when he speaks, it's in a very soft monotone.]

Hello.

I'm noticing a pattern in the calls I'm getting today. A lot of you seem to ( Read more... )

[The same monotone voice that arrived in town yesterday comes over the line - it's flat, blank, and soft ( Read more... )

[The video flickers into life, displaying a young-looking man sitting staring quizzically at the camera. He's very pale, with blood splattered across his chest and face, his hair and jacket soaked, and despite this...his expression is very calm indeed. His clothes are rumpled and disheveled, and he's leaning strangely over, breathing short, small, ( Read more... )