——- Waking up in some unknown place, with no clue how you got there NEVER didn’t cause distress to whomever it had happened too. Lavina was no exception, paranoia took over her && left her with nothing but a sickening fear in her stomach.
Things might’ve gone much better if she had, had some sort of company throughout her first few hours in what she could only call a NIGHTMARE. nauseating creatures around nearly every corner, in every room there’d be some sort of TRAP or bigger more powerful MONSTER.
The nurse’s own BODY had become NUMB with fear to the point where she only KNEW of her injuries once she LOOKED.
The worst of them all was when those THINGS would walk into a wire of sorts and EXPLODE, Leaving Lavina covered from head-to-toe in someone else’s blood. The young woman hadn’t had anything to fight back with, only recently had she found a hammer.. which still wasn’t much help.
It was not until she found her OWN missing poster had she finally remembered that no matter what, whether she survived this and got home or not, She wouldn’t know where she LIVED.
Lavina had spent a good couple hours sobbing into her bloodied hands, that was until she Heard SOMEONE. a ACTUAL voice!
not a moan, or something in the dark, whispering her name. a VOICE, a man’s voice..
‘’ H — Hello !?
is anybody there?! ‘’
Shotgun in white-knuckled hands, Sebastian paused in the middle of the dark and inexplicably bloody hallway, staring in the direction of the voice as though looking at the wall between them hard enough might give him x-ray vision to see if this was another new threat before it saw him. Hell, stranger things had happened than that, stranger things in the last few minutes even, so he couldn't even really be blamed. God, he could use a break. A smoke break, preferably.
The last time he heard someone crying, it was a ghost, or a memory, or something; this could be some kind of trap, which was why he'd almost just... let it go when he first heard the sound, work out from fighting his way through the... things a few feet behind him, now. After all, if it wasn't Joseph or Kidman or even that Leslie kid, it wasn't his problem. But- shit. He couldn't just ignore it, not if it might be someone who actually needed help. So he paused. And stared. And... nothing attacked him- nothing beyond the bloodied man-like creature he'd left dead a few paces behind him, quietly burning to ashes on the blood-streaked linoleum.
Well, fuck. That might actually be a person.
Some instincts never die, and Sebastian was a policeman at heart. Or at least he was before this nightmare started. So he stepped towards the room he judged the calls were coming from, feet crunching over things he didn't want to take the time to consider, and slowly pushed the door open, pushing into the room gun-first...
...to find himself staring over the shotgun at... a woman. A blood-covered, dirty-looking woman, but hell, he'd spent an uncomfortable amount of time looking himself in the mirror lately and he wasn't exactly workday-ready, himself. Most importantly, though, under all that, she looked... normal. Human. Of course, so had several other people until suddenly they fucking weren't, but... Sebastian lowered the gun, staring at her.
" Who the hell are you ?"
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