1- Sarah, Drunk.
(this is the same at
the 2nd video... but this lacks me in a wig.)
walked her bike into Harry's office, with quite a bit of
difficulty. “Harrrrreeeeee, guess... guess what happened
Harry looked up from his terminal with mild
amusement. “You stopped a robbery at the pub by throwing
a cash register at a guy with a gun.”
Sarah perked up with an expression of surprise.
“Shit! Harry, you've got some kinda … kinda mind powers!
How did you know!?” She attempted to lean her bike
nicely against the desk before sitting down, but instead
the bike nearly took out Harry's desk lamp, and Sarah
barely found the chair without ending up on the floor.
The bike then clattered to the floor, and a stark
silence fell over the room. Sarah looked at the bike,
and looked at Harry. “Well, shit.”
Harry smiled sublimely with closed eyes. “I know
about it because you called and told me. I'd guess at least three
Sarah looked at her personal terminal, then
looked at Harry. “Well, shit!” She exploded into
giggles, and grabbed onto the corner of Harry's desk, to
save herself from sliding to the floor.
Harry sighed. “I assume you're taking the rest of
the day off?”
In response, Sarah gave a sheepish, lazy smile.
She leaned on the desk with her elbow, and used her
other arm to stretch out and point at Harry, nearly
poking him in the face. She spoke softly, as if she had
a secret. “Harry. Harry. Harry. I don't tell you this,
cuz you're a jerk, and I gotta keep you on yer toes, but
you're an okay guy, Harry.”
a jerk, huh?”
No no no, you're a okay guy for everybody, not just
jerks! Why are you okay to jerks, that's maybe what I
don't necessessesessssssarily understand.” Sarah leaned
down, laying her head on the desk. “Your desk needs a
pillow. Otherwise, it's quite comfy.”
A strange voice spoke to her. “:::You're only
drunk because you allow the assumption. Alcohol doesn't
technically affect you.”
She perked up and pointed at Harry again. “I
think it does affect
me! I think I'm quite actually, factually inebri...
Harry nodded. “You may be right about that.”
The voice came again, and Sarah saw that Harry's
lips weren't moving. “:::You can just turn the
inebriation off. When you desire. Just think there.”
As the word 'there' came, Sarah became aware of a... a
something. It felt like a thought in a box. She could
understand the thought, but knew that she hadn't
actually thought it yet. A thought in a box.
She looked behind her, looking for the person who
spoke that. As she turned her head back around towards
Harry, drunken dizziness swept over her, forcing her to
grab onto the desk again. “Who said that?”
said what?” Harry's amusement was fading, although his
tolerance was still in ample supply.
Sarah pointed at him forcefully, eyeballing him
with intense, and intensely drunken scrutiny. “You.
Alright, this is. Alright. I think a...” She reached to
the little 'box' in her mind, and opened it. As she did,
she thought the thought, and became sober. She looked at
Harry, and slowly put down her accusing finger. “Ah. Hi,
Harry noticed the difference. Her movements were
steadier, her speech was calmer. “Hello, Sarah?”
She held rather still, and looked about, moving
only her eyes. “Harry, did you hear another voice?”
Harry held just as still, looking around in the
same way Sarah did. “What kind of voice?”
Sarah listened for a few moments, then stood to
pick up her bike. “I think I'm going home now. I'll see
2- To the back room
rolled her eyes. “That's dis-”
am not discussing that kind of imagery with my
daughter,” Jon dryly interrupted, “I didn't see it, you
didn't see it, moving on.” Such 'art' seemed like a mild
offence after the whole zombie-genocide simulation, but
Sarah let it slide.
The fourth door stood at the end of the hall.
Most of the hall was made from the same wood that most
of the bar seemed to be made of, but the wall at the end
was solid concrete. The door was steel.
guessing that's probably not the grill's meat freezer.”
Jon scoffed. “:::I'm guessing
they store their meat in the sun.”
Sarah reached out for the handle, and pulled it
open. It was a
door from a freezer, but inside it was lit even dimmer
than the rest of the bar. A diffused warmth and mild
scent of tobacco and other burnable things seemed to
press out towards her. New sounds also found her.
Yelling and cheering mostly. Past the door the hallway
continued as concrete, and slowly lead downwards.
the strength to max, Sarah.”
found herself again dreaming that she was this 'Amanda'.
She was with a group of a dozen or so people, wandering
down a deserted street. A nearby discarded newspaper
reminded her that she was in the city of Meston.
Some of the people in the group were wounded. Two
were kids. A few could be seen carrying weapons. A
couple rifles, a bat, a shovel. Everyone walked on
cautiously, looking around now and then.
No one spoke, everyone listened. An unidentified
sound caused the group to stop and listen. “What is it?”
asked the younger child, a boy. He was shushed quickly
by the girl standing next to him. Everyone kept
Sarah looked down and saw blood on her hands. Was
she injured, or was it someone else's blood? She felt
pain. Her hands were scraped. She had fallen at some
The sound happened again. A dull but sharp sound.
“It's one of those cannon things again.” said a man at
the front of the group. “Maybe it means they're trying
to send in more evacuation craft. Keep one eye on the
sky, folks. If we spot a chopper, or one of those
airlimbs coming in, we might be able to hustle over to
get a ride.”
Sarah said, “If they don't get shot down by those things
first. They'd be nuts to try that again.” Sarah didn't
mean to say that, Amanda was in control of this dream.
Sarah was just a passenger. Sarah didn't have much of an
idea what she was talking about, but it didn't sound
that optimistic. “Let's just keep going for now,
alright?” A few people in the group murmured in the
affirmative, and they got underway.
block or so, they came to a blood spill that reached
across the entire street. They stopped at the edge of
it, each silently considering having to walk across it.
It looked to go on for about half a block.
the hell happened here?” someone asked quietly.
A woman in the group spoke up with a bit more of
a tactical mindset. “Is it even safe to cross? I mean,
if the zombies are nanite-driven like the Autar ones
were, who's to say that this blood isn't infectious? Or
even some kind of trap? It might infect us as soon as we
step on it!”
The older of the two kids, a girl roughly twelve
years old wandered away from the 'pond', muttering “This
isn't happening, this isn't happening. I'm going to wake
up now, alright? Someone
wake me up now, please!”
That got the attention of the group. Many also
looked to the younger child. A boy about eight years
old. He was standing, shaking, staring out across the
blood pond with wide eyes.
Amanda picked up the boy. “Oh to heck with this.
We're not hauling these kids across this. It's too
One of the men with a rifle nodded. “It's not
like we were headed for anywhere specific. If we took a
left back there, it's still roughly the same distance
out of the city.” Amanda hadn't been waiting for his
approval, nor the opinions of any of the others. She had
already begun carrying the boy in the direction he
suggested. The girl was the first to follow and the
others were not far behind.
The boy clung to Amanda tightly as they walked,
but he was still trembling. “What's your name, kiddo?”
Amanda asked softly. He wasn't answering. “Hey little
man, can you tell me your name?”
The girl walking beside them answered. “His name
Mitch was getting heavy, but he still trembled
enough that Amanda didn't feel like asking him to walk.
“Hi, Mitch. Is this your sister here? She was kind
enough to tell me your name,
can you introduce me to her?”
Mitch said quietly. Amanda wanted to draw more
conversation out of Mitch, but every topic she could
think of probably led to the horrible things going on.
Gee Mitch, where are your parents, Mitch? Eaten, you
say? Intriguing. You even got to see it happen, and hear
the screams of your mother as her own blood bubbled up
her throat? See? There's a unique experience you can
talk about to your school chums. They what? They were
eaten too? Oh, some of them were doing the eating. What
a diverse group!
Amanda kept her mouth shut and just gave Mitch an
extra squeeze. She wanted to give Cathy a squeeze too,
but her arms were full with Mitch. Instead, she looked
over to Cathy with a sympathetic forced smile. Cathy
returned a similar look. It was heartbreaking.
the fuck was that?” a man in the group asked. He was
pointing down the street, but nothing was there. “It ran
across, it looked kinda big!” Amanda and everyone else
kept an eye on that street. Something indeed sauntered
out from an adjoining street, several blocks ahead.
A horse. With a rider. Maybe. It was too far off
to see details, but it walked like a horse, and it was
coming their way. It sauntered casually. Another two
horses with riders stumbled into view behind him. They
were wrestling as if they were dogs playing. The riders
didn't fall off somehow, despite the horses falling on
their side several times in their playing, often nearly
The first horseman continued striding forward
slowly as the two playful ones were joined by a fourth.
The first was close enough to see that the rider's head
was little more than a skull. He raised his arms high in
proclamation. He lacked hands; the forearms ended in
narrow points. A voice came from him, booming so loud as
to rattle windows.
good travelers!” Despite a deep tone and immense volume,
the voice sounded friendly enough. “This apocalypse is
brought to you by our new and righteous lord and god,
Erebus! Yes, Erebus! For when death isn't enough for
you, Erebus will put extra spring in your step and extra
human flesh in your mouth! If you get mutilated by only one necromantic
god this year, make it Erebus!”
As the lead horseman lowered his arms, the other
three ceased their play and began to charge. It was now
easier to see that none of them had normal heads. One's
head was replaced with a rifle sticking up, one had a
roast turkey sitting up as a head, and the last one had
half a dozen impaled rats planted in its neck stump.
All four charged with pointed arms held out to
their sides, pointing downward at an angle. With that
same volume, a scream came out that sounded a lot like
that 'demon of Densfarn' that Sarah had seen.
grabbed onto Amanda even tighter as the group braced for