❧ The Cold of Night Will Fall
Jul. 22nd, 2012 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Things in town have been quite peaceful even after the end of all the festivities. Unfortunately now, a video begins to play on everyone's CATs that will destroy that illusion. As soon as this footage begins to play, memories of their false time in Luministi quickly fade, their original memories fighting to take precedence in each person's mind.
The footage appears to be from a security camera in the maintenance area of the spacestation. A pair of feet stick out in the frame of the footage for a good couple of minutes, ragged breathing and distant moaning the only things that can be heard--but then a figure appears and immediately collapses to his knees. Some people may know this young man as Nathan, but for those who don't, well, they're in for a bit of a surprise. He looks like he's been through hell. His dark suit is tattered, skin sweaty, and if anyone's looking closely, there's a bit of blood that begins trickling out of his ears and nose as he slowly moves towards the body.
When Nathan speaks, he sounds weak and exhausted, his voice thick with emotion.] I'm sorry I'm so late. You shouldn't have been left alone, not when--
[A haggard voice belonging to Proctor can be heard and gets increasingly angry as he speaks.] S...shut up. You got me into...into this. I was going to get out of this entire mess but you--[he breaks off, deep and thick coughs racking his lungs for a good, long moment before he speaks again, though his voice sounds incredibly strained and weakened.] And you know I can't come back like they can. We both know it was only a matter of time before he got me. [Suddenly, Proctor starts to chuckle but that faint laughter dissolves into coughing again.]
I can find a way if you just let me!
Just do me one thing.
No, I'm going to get you out of--
--Just get that little bastard Resarci. Make him...make him suffer. And get the other...
[Proctor's voice trails off and Nathan moves off-screen, but still can be heard and somewhat seen as he's shaking the body before him.] No...no! You can't leave! Not yet... [There's a long moment of silence as Nathan sits back, coming back into view, and just clutches his head. His body flickers in and out as he rests there. Finally, he struggles to his feet, using the wall to brace himself. He almost starts to walk away, but stops, pulls his CAT out of his pocket, and aims it at Proctor's body.] I can't do much else, but at least this will keep your body safe until the others find you. And I will stop him. [His gaze turns to the security camera, his expression suddenly filled with rage.] Do you hear me? I will stop you.
[Nathan clutches at the wall as he limps away, heading towards a computer terminal. What he does is unknown--or is it? He's at the controls for a few minutes before he cries out and flickers out of existence for good this time. Perhaps people do know what he's done. The date on the video corresponds with the day the zombies went away, but exactly is he responsible for? What else has he done that he wasn't able to communicate to the others? Some things have changed, but...what?]
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The footage appears to be from a security camera in the maintenance area of the spacestation. A pair of feet stick out in the frame of the footage for a good couple of minutes, ragged breathing and distant moaning the only things that can be heard--but then a figure appears and immediately collapses to his knees. Some people may know this young man as Nathan, but for those who don't, well, they're in for a bit of a surprise. He looks like he's been through hell. His dark suit is tattered, skin sweaty, and if anyone's looking closely, there's a bit of blood that begins trickling out of his ears and nose as he slowly moves towards the body.
When Nathan speaks, he sounds weak and exhausted, his voice thick with emotion.] I'm sorry I'm so late. You shouldn't have been left alone, not when--
[A haggard voice belonging to Proctor can be heard and gets increasingly angry as he speaks.] S...shut up. You got me into...into this. I was going to get out of this entire mess but you--[he breaks off, deep and thick coughs racking his lungs for a good, long moment before he speaks again, though his voice sounds incredibly strained and weakened.] And you know I can't come back like they can. We both know it was only a matter of time before he got me. [Suddenly, Proctor starts to chuckle but that faint laughter dissolves into coughing again.]
I can find a way if you just let me!
Just do me one thing.
No, I'm going to get you out of--
--Just get that little bastard Resarci. Make him...make him suffer. And get the other...
[Proctor's voice trails off and Nathan moves off-screen, but still can be heard and somewhat seen as he's shaking the body before him.] No...no! You can't leave! Not yet... [There's a long moment of silence as Nathan sits back, coming back into view, and just clutches his head. His body flickers in and out as he rests there. Finally, he struggles to his feet, using the wall to brace himself. He almost starts to walk away, but stops, pulls his CAT out of his pocket, and aims it at Proctor's body.] I can't do much else, but at least this will keep your body safe until the others find you. And I will stop him. [His gaze turns to the security camera, his expression suddenly filled with rage.] Do you hear me? I will stop you.
[Nathan clutches at the wall as he limps away, heading towards a computer terminal. What he does is unknown--or is it? He's at the controls for a few minutes before he cries out and flickers out of existence for good this time. Perhaps people do know what he's done. The date on the video corresponds with the day the zombies went away, but exactly is he responsible for? What else has he done that he wasn't able to communicate to the others? Some things have changed, but...what?]
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