#nbeisolation

[elijah-santos-blog]

All he could see was scarlet, no matter how much he blinked. Etched into someone's lips, dripping from someone's eyes. Their safety had been breached and it was still taking time for Elijah to realize that Fall City was compromised. He considered spores being inhaled deeply into the lungs and polluting the body before Hunter had time to react. Then it spread for those around him had been unsuspecting. Until he hit the ground. Dead.

None of that mattered now, not entirely. Elijah massaged his temples briefly and pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against. He couldn't remain idle. He couldn't crack, though the longer he thought about it, the more he realized he hadn't been feeling much at all since the incident. It happened. He reacted. He was in the Community Center with a handful of others. 

"Do you need anything?" He asked then. Idle minds meant dead minds, especially for himself, when the darkness of the situation at hand was eager to sink its teeth into his flesh.

[isaackrane]

“Please, I can’t stay in here any longer- please, just, I need to get out.” The panic surged through him in crushing waves, he needed to breathe air that wasn’t stale: he needed to climb, run, fall. The sickness wasn’t killing him but quarantine was.

[maddtrixx]

Trix felt like she was being ripped apart at her seams and they weren't going to be easy to patch up. The sickness was truly taking hold of her, squeezing her stomach and scratching her throat to suffocate her and make her bleed. It was the sort of monster that wouldn't give in and go away. It needed to be slayed. They'd have to drive a stake through its heart then behead it and bury it ten feet under to stop it crawling its way back to the surface. Trix had faced many monsters like that in her life time, but she realised this could be the one to finish her.

Sat at a table, makeshift components organised in front of her, Trix was putting the radio together one piece at a time. It was a strange looking thing. She’d used Juliet’s water bottle as an insulator for the coiled wire she’d wrapped around it, a pencil she’d used the lead of and a rusted razor blade to make a diode, the list of objects went on. It might look like something a five year old would play at being a time machine but Trix didn’t care. Equipment was limited and if it worked then who was anyone to complain. 

“Fuck,” Trix cursed as she stabbed her fingers with the sharp end of a wire for the thousandth time.

[itsjulietvalour]

Juliet let out a quiet sob as she leant her head against the wall. A particularly nasty bout of coughing had just wracked her system, and she was feeling weak. She heard footsteps approaching, and she took a deep breath. "You need to stay back... I'm sick..."

[corvoscrime]

The figure of a man lurked in the furthest corner of the community centre, assorted rocks of all sizes slipping from his scuffed fingertips and hitting the pallid wall before him; the silence which engulfed him simply highlighted the echo of each single stone, a repetitive rhythm if there ever were one. He had succumb to personal boredom, and the interest of those around him were slim to none. Corvo paid little mind to the various people who paced the building in a fit of panic, their brisk feet against hard flooring occasionally clawing at his attention. Nevertheless, as he continued to gather some form of amusement from his current actions, a pair of approaching footsteps captured his interest.

“I’d suggest turning around. Unless you want me to mistake you for this wall.”

[ivyholloway-blog]

They were locked in, enclosed in that place. Ivy sat and relaxed. Trix was right about everything: she had to stay calm and then she would be able to see where her mother was and thank God she would had slept all that time. Being a teenager whose father is lost and whose mother is actually affected by cancer in such apocaliptic world could drive mad  anyone. Heavy breathing and all, anxiety. Still she managed to stay nearby a window and watch outside. No one she knew, close. Maybe Elijah but she wasn’t able to spot him anywhere. Fine, she thought. Anything could go wrong, yet everything could go right. Turned her face when she felt someone approaching: “Anything new?”

[dopaminc-blog]

"Honestly, I’m freaking out. But instead of being a dumbass, I’m  keeping quiet and letting the council handle it.”               Mark blinked up tiredly, finding himself finally done of the               chatter beside him. He certainly wasn’t in the mood to               hear someone's problems -- especially from someone               who honestly was a stranger to him.                        “Sometimes silence is better than saying anything at all.”

[ivyholloway-blog]

"H-how?" Ivy felt so suddenly lost around everyone and everything. In less than a day, everything had changed. Everything. A man died. Somebody died. “Mom” She realised. Where was her mom? Ivy noticed she was confused and panicking. Not a reason to blame her.