Event 9: Wot in Tarnation ( Tag: All the worms )

[Clint Brooks]

Clint's brows furrowed as he struggled to open his eyes. His vision blurred slightly before clearing up to the sight of a cracked ceiling. Wait- he's seen this ceiling before. Believe me staring up at something you're entire work hours you're bound to memorize every damn grain. 

This was the school's ceiling.  

He groaned loudly, irritable noises pouring from his lips as he managed to sit up. Old bones cracking as he managed- calloused hands running through his hair as he took in his surroundings. He was in a classroom- but...it seemed different somehow. I mean, he'd never really ventured into the classrooms but he knows damn well there ain't broken desks and giant breaks in the floor.

wait a minute

His hand ran through his thinning hair for a second time before the realization hit him.

" Where's my damn hat?! "

Clint's head turned around frantically before patting the ground near him, trying to visualize the missing hat. His hands pausing as his fingers brushed against something. Eyes squinted as his fingers wrapped around the object before pulling it up to his line of sight. His heart stopping-

An arm?! What- his eyes followed the length of the human arm before noticing the body connected to it. Oh thank the lord- worried it might of been severed. His fingers moved to the wrist of the female student. Sighing with relief at the feel of a pulse. 

Why the hell's there a passed out student in here?! What the hell happened?! Probably wasn't a good thing if someone were to walk in and catch this older man with a younger student knocked out in a trashed classroom. He quickly dropped the arm- scooting his body away from the female's before colliding with another object. His own body freezing at the sight of another passed out student- this time male.

" What the hell is going on..."

[Nancy Holmes]

Nancy slowly opened her eyes. She was on the ground again, in some classroom. So, the usual. She heard someone shifting behind her, touching her arm. So she wasn’t alone. The person felt her pulse and she turned her head around to face them. Who would it be? Arielle....? No, the hands were rough and big... a man‘s hand. She looked into the eyes of a teacher. A sports teacher.. mr Brooks it was.

When he met her gaze, he quickly dropped her arm and it fell to the ground like the arm of a puppet. No strength in them. He looked so confused... Had he just been teleported here? And.. did that mean someone else has died and he was their replacement?

He moved backwards, hitting some other body. Nancy sat up without stopping to look at him. „You’re here to die.“, she simply said, with a numb voice. Like they all were.

[Phillip Pendragon]

For once Phillip didn´t wake up to doomed silence but voices. However normally that didn´t mean something good sadly. In fact rather the opposite ... However this time at least one of the voices was Nancys again. Sitting up once he had opened his eyes, he took a look around in the room. It was one of the classrooms though as in pretty much all of the rooms he remembered, it had a creepy vibe to it and wasn´t welcoming the slightest. Yet it could have been worse.

What was the second thing he noticed was that for once he wasn´t only in the company of a student but also a teacher. That ... was almost new to him ever since the nightmare had started. How long ago must that have been? It felt like years but with all the comatose passing outs and awakening in different rooms it could have been hours up to months or indeed years since his "normal" life.

Just before he went into a slideshow of memories in his mind however Nancy told what seemed to be proven more and more with every wake up. They all were here to die and nobody seemed to be an exception. Not a single one. So he let out a long sigh and nodded in agreement. Damn they were screwed. But maybe the old guy still was fresh on energy or had some information at least Phillip hadn´t. He just hoped it wasn´t about more deaths.