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Seth ([personal profile] powerdealer) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2014-05-19 03:47 pm

[open] Locked within a room of memory, locked up away with no light of day

Seth sits in his bed, back against the wall, facing the door.

This is not his current room. No trace of the sleek, clean style he favours. No decorations, no furniture at all except for the bed. The walls are brick and stone, the floor dirty cement, the air musty and heavy, with just a hint of smell from the sewers coming from the toilet in the corner. There's a constricting feeling of anxiety and dread, his attentions focused on the heavy, bolted door.

There used to be books and writing equipment at least, but they took that away before they returned him here. They even took away his nice blanket. It's funny the simple things you get attached to when there's nothing else.

Any moment now, he knows, one of the rebels will come through that door and discipline him. Tell him he'll do as they say, or else. He wonders what it is he did this time. There's been quite a few times over the more than three months they kept him here that he didn't want to do what they told him to.

He's had this dream before. He doesn't quite know it's a dream yet, but it'll soon come to him. And while it's not a nightmare that makes him wake with a start and a strangled scream, it's the sort that weighs heavily on him the entire following day, like a weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe, making any small room feel like a trap.

The door opens, and someone steps in, the door closing heavily behind them.

[This is a recurring dream for Seth, so he can have a different visitor on different nights. If you tag in, merely pick a date.]
johnny_truant: (despair)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-02 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment Johnny remains, trembling, unable to move or think or even really listen to Seth. He's sure it'll be back any moment. He's sure it will kill them both. He doesn't really know what's happening when Seth takes his hand, but the light snaps him out of it, so brilliant and such a relief against the dark, until it fades, leaving him more blinded than before. Almost immediately he feels the pain dissipating a little, just enough that he can come back to himself.

"Th-thank you," he murmurs shakily. He pulls himself up partway, still huddled on the floor next to Seth. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I didn't mean to."
johnny_truant: (bad memory)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-02 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't matter." Even as despair begins to overtake him, Johnny struggles to get to his feet, leaning part of his weight on Seth. He's never been the type to lie there and die, even when it's the only sensible option remaining. "We're not gonna find them. Even if we do we won't make it out. The house won't let us."

He stands a little unsteadily, offering his hand to Seth. "If it wants to keep us, it will."
johnny_truant: (whhhat)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
What. What. Johnny stops short as soon as they clear the wall, staggering back against it, rather painfully given his wounds. The pain is forgotten for now, though; they're outside. They're above ground. Johnny could care less about the setting; for him, the open air is all kinds of improvement.

"How - how did you do that?" He steps forward, relieved beyond caution. "I don't understand."
johnny_truant: (say what now)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," says Johnny. He frowns. Wasn't the house meant to be in Vermont? Or Maine, or somewhere? But if Seth knows this place, then... well, it doesn't matter. At least it's not there.

He wanders further out, amidst the tombstones, looking around at the expansive distance. "Which way should we go?" he asks, turning back.
johnny_truant: (oh shiiiit)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Seth?" Johnny frowns as Seth moves over toward what looks like an open goddamn grave, like that's something worth investigating. Seth seems totally drawn into it, though, ignoring him, so he follows, jogging a little to catch up. "Seth, what-"

He stops dead when the girl sits up. He can hear the emotion in Seth's voice, and he remembers hearing this story - dead girlfriend, undead girlfriend. She doesn't look happy to see him, though. She doesn't look anything. Except maybe hungry. Shit. Shit.

"Seth, we have to go." He grabs Seth's shoulder, trying to pull him back. "Seth, come on."
johnny_truant: (disbelief | pain | disgust)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Seth-" Johnny lets him slip out of his hold, not sure what to do. He's still feeling too weak to try anything more effective, like tackling or bodily dragging Seth away from his zombie girlfriend, which he probably couldn't manage anyway, so instead he stares, helpless and a little bit repulsed, as Seth approaches her and then kisses her.

"Oh, god," says Johnny, now thoroughly disgusted. "Holy shit, dude. No. Stop that."

It's right around then that he notices they have company. A lot of company. Closing in around them on all sides. Johnny spins around, looking for an way out, which they don't have, of fucking course.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," he snaps, feeling desperate. He storms back over to Seth and Shannon and forces them apart. "Seth, wake the fuck up. We have to-"

He's cut off when Zombie Shannon, with a sudden aggressive snarl, wraps her arm around his throat and jerks him back, immediately trying to bite him. Johnny makes a desperate grab for her hair, holding her back as hard as he can, struggling awkwardly. "Fuck off!" he says shrilly, entirely terrified.
johnny_truant: (desperate)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Fuck!" Johnny rocks back, staggering from the sudden loss of tension. He stares for a moment at the re-dead girl, then looks at Seth, gasping slightly.

"I'm okay," he says, though he's not, really. "But there's like, a fuckload more of them." He makes a sweeping gesture to encompass the approaching hoard.

Where did the shovel come from? Johnny casts a look around and notices, even more confusingly, a baseball bat. Well okay. Whatever goddamn works. He picks it up and hefts it. "Please tell me you have a better idea."
johnny_truant: (caged)

cw: more grossness/blood/graphic violence with sound effects

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
All right. Great.

"I can't believe this is fucking happening," mutters Johnny as he follows Seth, keeping relatively close. He draws a breath and exhales slowly, leveling the bat at the nearest zombie. Freaking zombies.

He pulls back like he's about to hit a pitch, then swings and smacks it neatly across the skull of his would-be attacker. Actually, not that neatly. Quite messily, in fact. It makes a sickening crunch, and the zombie person staggers to the side, looking dizzy and dazed, before crumpling to the ground.

"Oh fuck," he says, breathless, but he can't stop there; they're off and running now, and he's swinging left and right, keeping Seth close but always outside his bat radius. Blood is fucking everywhere. All over him. Goddammit.
Edited 2014-07-03 05:22 (UTC)
johnny_truant: (disbelief | pain | disgust)

cw: yeah that

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Seth!" Johnny turns frantically, trying to swing his bat around to help, but someone's grabbed it - these zombies are not movie zombies, not even close - and yanked him back, and at least three of them descend on him and start biting into him. He screams and struggles, but to no avail; he sinks into the mass, overcome by pain and terror, until--


He wakes up screaming. Not unusual.

He sits up hard and fast, making himself a little dizzy. Scout's agitated, whining from the little bed Johnny made for him. Johnny swings over the side of the bed, breathing heavily, bringing himself back down. "Come here, Scout," he murmurs, holding his hands out, and the dog hurries over for some whispered comfort and scratches behind his ears.

"I'll be right back," he mumbles, getting to his feet and staggering to the door. He fumbles it open and steps into the hallway, angling toward Seth's apartment.
johnny_truant: (Default)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me fuckin too," says Johnny, stopping in the middle of the hall, staring back at him. He stands there for a moment, no idea where to start. "Sorry I, uh, fucked that up so much more than it already was."

Sure.

"You okay?" he asks, in reference to... everything.
johnny_truant: (avoidant)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny shakes his head. "I don't know how to explain," he mutters. "We'll get drunk again soon, and I can tell you the whole fun story, and then you can take this fucking power out of me. How about that?"

It's blunt, but he's exhausted, and he has no energy to go into his messy internal life while they're both half-naked and recovering from being eaten by zombies. Gentler, he adds, "You sure you're okay?"

There's an undertone of don't go in there and shoot up, but he's not willing to say it out loud.
johnny_truant: (distant)

[personal profile] johnny_truant 2014-07-03 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right," says Johnny, only enough energy to muster mild suspicion. He turns back to his apartment. "Sweet dreams."

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