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Now you know how it feels, Big Brother. Now you know how we felt, how afraid we were.
There's so much pain. He's tried calling out but he's too weak to be heard over the wind. Smears of his blood stain the ice and snow and the cold that once did nothing but sting and hurt is finally bringing some blessed numbness to broken bones. Joshua can barely move. His breath comes in raspy wheezes, far too shallow from the pain. He's bleeding out but slowly. While the snow bank he's fallen into protects him from the worst of the wind he's still encased in ice. He can't climb out. Can't even sit up.
At least while he's dying, he's not alone.
Hannah's peering down at him with needle like teeth stretched into an impossibly wide smile from where she's perched atop the snow. She sits with her unnaturally long legs bent outward at the knees. Her hair's coming out in rotting clumps. Josh can't look up properly to see her that well but he knows what his baby sister looks like. Looked. Looked like, before his friends set Blackwood Lodge ablaze. Beth's laying down next to him, her frozen fingers with bite marks bruising the skin poking and prodding at his injuries with a quiet fascination. Josh can see the maggots crawling out of the gaping wound in her neck that's long since bled dry.
You know, I don't even remember hitting the ground Big Brother. I was the lucky one. Dead on impact. You and Hannah though...always trying to hog the spotlight. Soon you'll be home. Here with us. Isn't that what you wanted all this time?
"Y...You're not...y'r not real." His vision's swimming and they flicker in and out of existence along with it. Does he want them gone right now of all times? Does Joshua Washington really want to die alone? He sobs out an exhale. It hurts to shake and yet his body can't seem to stop convulsing from the cold and his own fear. When he arrived in the Nexus three Winters ago it was from a dark dank cave much like this. Starving and alone. Near death.
Josh figured if he never left the Nexus he'd never have to face his fate.
Amid his hyperventilating and tears utterly alone he stops trying to raise his head and squeezes his eyes shut. Joshua is alone down here in the dark. Broken, bleeding, and so cold. Not even his hallucinations will hold his hands now.
There's so much pain. He's tried calling out but he's too weak to be heard over the wind. Smears of his blood stain the ice and snow and the cold that once did nothing but sting and hurt is finally bringing some blessed numbness to broken bones. Joshua can barely move. His breath comes in raspy wheezes, far too shallow from the pain. He's bleeding out but slowly. While the snow bank he's fallen into protects him from the worst of the wind he's still encased in ice. He can't climb out. Can't even sit up.
At least while he's dying, he's not alone.
Hannah's peering down at him with needle like teeth stretched into an impossibly wide smile from where she's perched atop the snow. She sits with her unnaturally long legs bent outward at the knees. Her hair's coming out in rotting clumps. Josh can't look up properly to see her that well but he knows what his baby sister looks like. Looked. Looked like, before his friends set Blackwood Lodge ablaze. Beth's laying down next to him, her frozen fingers with bite marks bruising the skin poking and prodding at his injuries with a quiet fascination. Josh can see the maggots crawling out of the gaping wound in her neck that's long since bled dry.
You know, I don't even remember hitting the ground Big Brother. I was the lucky one. Dead on impact. You and Hannah though...always trying to hog the spotlight. Soon you'll be home. Here with us. Isn't that what you wanted all this time?
"Y...You're not...y'r not real." His vision's swimming and they flicker in and out of existence along with it. Does he want them gone right now of all times? Does Joshua Washington really want to die alone? He sobs out an exhale. It hurts to shake and yet his body can't seem to stop convulsing from the cold and his own fear. When he arrived in the Nexus three Winters ago it was from a dark dank cave much like this. Starving and alone. Near death.
Josh figured if he never left the Nexus he'd never have to face his fate.
Amid his hyperventilating and tears utterly alone he stops trying to raise his head and squeezes his eyes shut. Joshua is alone down here in the dark. Broken, bleeding, and so cold. Not even his hallucinations will hold his hands now.
