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“Where the hell am I? I'm so lost... and now I’m talking to myself. Great.”
Hands fiddled anxiously in the pockets of her patchwork bag, iPhone display screen flashing a final glow before the battery died. Her fingers finally closed around a small jar, twisting the lid off to discover... empty. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening, I-- I need my--” her breath ran short, hands grasping at her hair, attempting to pull herself out of her mind and back into reality, but her vision was already blurring, the swelling feeling in her stomach that she needed to get out, away, anywhere but here in the darkness of an abandoned corridor with a killer on the loose.
As hours passed by since the outage began, Imogen mainly stayed on the first floor of a building. At first, she did start looking for anyone to talk to, but after about ten minutes of searching, she instantly gave up. Now, being here with people she didn’t bother to actually take a look at and staring out a window, a small smirk appeared on her face before saying, “I think this is a perfect time to tell scary stories, don’t you? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
“Fuck!” The shout echoed through the dark hallways as Conor jumped back, away from the dark figure that had emerged from a classroom. “Who the fuck are you?”
Armed with a stranger’s jacket and the waning light of her screen, Bradley stalked down the narrow alleyway with the odd glance over her shoulder. She’d been busy fumbling with her phone when she walked into someone, next words sounding irrationally disappointed. “Fuck sake. I thought you were Freddy Krueger.”
"Blackout and a murderer - how creepy."
“Hey-- Uhm, do you have matches?” Leila questioned, rocking back and forth on her heels as she lightly waved two candle jars in each hand at her neighbor. “I’ll trade you a candle for some matches,” she smiled awkwardly, glancing from the person who’d answered to the lack of light around them.
@sethsangune: And everyone said my collection of glow sticks wouldn't come in handy!
