case 01 ☣ dream
Warning: Blood. Zombies. Near-death.
Effects: (optional) The feeling insecurity and loneliness.
"Guys?"
The lump in her throat didn't seem to be leaving any time soon as she took another good look at her surroundings. Reaching down to her belt, Zoey drew her other gun and held it out in case of an attack. She could've sworn that she was just behind them a few seconds ago but no matter where she looked, she was only met by an even thicker brush of trees.
"Is there anyone there? Louis? Bill!"
In the distance, she could spot a few silhouettes of the Infected dotting the area. With a few squeezes of the trigger, she took them out one by one. Seeing that the coast was clear, she made her way into the clearing.
That was when she heard it. A deep, guttural growl echoing from behind her, before her and at her sides. She turned on the spot, her sneakers kicking up dirt with each sharp movement. Where was it?
There!
Zoey pulled on both guns' triggers, her aim high in the air. Unfortunately for her, it had not been enough to knock whatever she was aiming for off its mark. The Hunter landed on her, causing her to come crashing to the ground. The force was enough to knock one of her pistols out of her hand and out of arm's reach. Although she still had a gun in her arsenal, her first instinct was to try shoving the creature off of her. "Get it off! Get it off me!" Her screams echoed through the forest but landed on deaf ears. She was alone.
Nevertheless she continued to shove and push against the Infected in hopes of escaping from its grip. But it was obvious that Zoey didn't have the physical prowess to rid herself of the creature, not with the way it continued to claw at her. It didn't take long until the girl's arms fell to her side and her vision began to fade. Her eyes slowly shut close and the last thing she heard was Hunter's growls as it lay upon her chest. Was this really the en--
Zoey woke up in a cold sweat. It takes a few deep breaths before she is able to gather her bearings. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Leaning forward, she held her head in both of her hands in an attempt to calm herself down. The Dreamberry on the table blinked once, twice before the feed cuts.
Effects: (optional) The feeling insecurity and loneliness.
"Guys?"
The lump in her throat didn't seem to be leaving any time soon as she took another good look at her surroundings. Reaching down to her belt, Zoey drew her other gun and held it out in case of an attack. She could've sworn that she was just behind them a few seconds ago but no matter where she looked, she was only met by an even thicker brush of trees.
"Is there anyone there? Louis? Bill!"
In the distance, she could spot a few silhouettes of the Infected dotting the area. With a few squeezes of the trigger, she took them out one by one. Seeing that the coast was clear, she made her way into the clearing.
That was when she heard it. A deep, guttural growl echoing from behind her, before her and at her sides. She turned on the spot, her sneakers kicking up dirt with each sharp movement. Where was it?
There!
Zoey pulled on both guns' triggers, her aim high in the air. Unfortunately for her, it had not been enough to knock whatever she was aiming for off its mark. The Hunter landed on her, causing her to come crashing to the ground. The force was enough to knock one of her pistols out of her hand and out of arm's reach. Although she still had a gun in her arsenal, her first instinct was to try shoving the creature off of her. "Get it off! Get it off me!" Her screams echoed through the forest but landed on deaf ears. She was alone.
Nevertheless she continued to shove and push against the Infected in hopes of escaping from its grip. But it was obvious that Zoey didn't have the physical prowess to rid herself of the creature, not with the way it continued to claw at her. It didn't take long until the girl's arms fell to her side and her vision began to fade. Her eyes slowly shut close and the last thing she heard was Hunter's growls as it lay upon her chest. Was this really the en--
Zoey woke up in a cold sweat. It takes a few deep breaths before she is able to gather her bearings. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Leaning forward, she held her head in both of her hands in an attempt to calm herself down. The Dreamberry on the table blinked once, twice before the feed cuts.