What have I woken to now? [visual || The Sanctuary]
Materializing into an alien environment out of nowhere should have been more of an immediate shock. Especially for someone who always had their wits about them. But in all fairness, it had been one hell of a day for Rick Grimes. The C.D.C. was not only a failure, but a near death experience for the entire camp. And that was saying something considering they were fearing for their lives 24/7. Even so the caravan of cars got out of the city as quickly as possible and drove until they found a place that was presumably safe to camp. Rick had volunteered to take the first shift merely because he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He needed to mull over things in his own mind before he could even begin to think about forgiving himself for not thinking things through before allowing everyone inside that building.
But as his location abruptly changed from a tattered lawn chair in front of the fire to a very big and bright chamber, it only stirred the man who'd already been half asleep. What awoke him were the lights, and, the fact that he was now standing. Maybe he'd gotten up already himself and forgot. Who knew?
Rubbing the side of his face roughly Rick yawned, "Shift up already, Shane?" He spoke out loud, thinking that was why he'd suddenly stood up. But when he received no answer, Rick opened his eyes fully. And that was when things finally sunk in.
Rick wasn't at the campfire. He wasn't in the woods. But where was this place? It was inside of a building, obviously. Upon further observation he noted that he was on the top of a platform. Having nowhere else to go, he descended down the stairs, his eyes alert and very much awake now at this sudden change. He froze upon seeing the strange monitors and schematics all around him. It almost reminded him of being inside the C.D.C. again only...he was unfamiliar with any of this technology. But what did he know? He was a police officer.
It occurred to him that maybe the group had found a building and moved. He didn't know how, or why he wouldn't have woken up, much less be around anyone else, but that didn't stop him from calling out to see if they were around. "Shane! Shane, where are we?" Nothing.
His body began to freeze in confusion and fear, much like when he first awoke to the zombie apocalypse. "Lori! Carl! Where are you?" Not again. He couldn't have been separated from them again...he promised... "Is there anyone here?"
Running to the edge of the room, Rick banged against the metallic walls, the sound vibrating up the walls. But he stopped immediately once he realized it wasn't a banging sound, but a clack. He didn't have a bracelet on before. Lifting his wrist to his face for further inspection, the former deputy's breath was caught in his throat when he saw that there was no definite end or beginning to this bracelet and his skin. Instinctively he tried to pull it off in vain, wincing and stopping at the pain.
"Dale? Andrea? Someone, please!" He practically whimpered. This wasn't happening, not again. Just before Rick thought he would break down in confusion and disbelief, he noticed the small platform on the other side of the room. Taking an unsteady breath he slowly made his way over to the platform, where he discovered--his...hat? He hesitantly reached out to take it, lifting it to his face to inspect it, feel it. It was his hat. The sheriff's deputy emblem was obvious and glinting back up at him at the head of the hat, the wear and tear of traveling, and zombie fights. The thought made Rick instinctively reach for his gun, looped through the belt at his waist. It was there too as he'd left it.
Taking a shaky breath, Rick put the hat on his head and further surveyed the odd room he was in. It looked like there was a phone on the platform where his hat had sat, but it wasn't his. He wasn't in the habit of taking things that weren't his--aside from looting for the camp--and that wasn't going to start now. He looked up to survey the odd room one last time, trying not to break down. But all he could think of was waking to the hospital, unsure of where everyone was, what had happened, absent his family. And here was a very similar scenario. Where was he now?
But as his location abruptly changed from a tattered lawn chair in front of the fire to a very big and bright chamber, it only stirred the man who'd already been half asleep. What awoke him were the lights, and, the fact that he was now standing. Maybe he'd gotten up already himself and forgot. Who knew?
Rubbing the side of his face roughly Rick yawned, "Shift up already, Shane?" He spoke out loud, thinking that was why he'd suddenly stood up. But when he received no answer, Rick opened his eyes fully. And that was when things finally sunk in.
Rick wasn't at the campfire. He wasn't in the woods. But where was this place? It was inside of a building, obviously. Upon further observation he noted that he was on the top of a platform. Having nowhere else to go, he descended down the stairs, his eyes alert and very much awake now at this sudden change. He froze upon seeing the strange monitors and schematics all around him. It almost reminded him of being inside the C.D.C. again only...he was unfamiliar with any of this technology. But what did he know? He was a police officer.
It occurred to him that maybe the group had found a building and moved. He didn't know how, or why he wouldn't have woken up, much less be around anyone else, but that didn't stop him from calling out to see if they were around. "Shane! Shane, where are we?" Nothing.
His body began to freeze in confusion and fear, much like when he first awoke to the zombie apocalypse. "Lori! Carl! Where are you?" Not again. He couldn't have been separated from them again...he promised... "Is there anyone here?"
Running to the edge of the room, Rick banged against the metallic walls, the sound vibrating up the walls. But he stopped immediately once he realized it wasn't a banging sound, but a clack. He didn't have a bracelet on before. Lifting his wrist to his face for further inspection, the former deputy's breath was caught in his throat when he saw that there was no definite end or beginning to this bracelet and his skin. Instinctively he tried to pull it off in vain, wincing and stopping at the pain.
"Dale? Andrea? Someone, please!" He practically whimpered. This wasn't happening, not again. Just before Rick thought he would break down in confusion and disbelief, he noticed the small platform on the other side of the room. Taking an unsteady breath he slowly made his way over to the platform, where he discovered--his...hat? He hesitantly reached out to take it, lifting it to his face to inspect it, feel it. It was his hat. The sheriff's deputy emblem was obvious and glinting back up at him at the head of the hat, the wear and tear of traveling, and zombie fights. The thought made Rick instinctively reach for his gun, looped through the belt at his waist. It was there too as he'd left it.
Taking a shaky breath, Rick put the hat on his head and further surveyed the odd room he was in. It looked like there was a phone on the platform where his hat had sat, but it wasn't his. He wasn't in the habit of taking things that weren't his--aside from looting for the camp--and that wasn't going to start now. He looked up to survey the odd room one last time, trying not to break down. But all he could think of was waking to the hospital, unsure of where everyone was, what had happened, absent his family. And here was a very similar scenario. Where was he now?