#aimtrick

She wasn’t just running, she was sprinting. Her light lithe frame darted around a corner, hoping to lose the men chasing her. Already it was causing a scene from onlookers and she wanted to (mostly) avoid using her abilities in such a public space, it’d only draw more attention. They were already after her because she was a bioweapon, she didn’t need more people to know.

Somehow they found her miles away from where the Lab was located, which was now a toxic plant infested shell of its former self thanks to Abigail. She was indirectly the reason she got out in the first place.

They were trailing behind her, feet stomping and while they were wearing masks and other ppe, (not that it’d do them much good in terms of protection if she chose to infect them, her abilities being psionic and all), but they didn’t need to know that. 

                    “Don’t give me that bullshit! I’m not leaving you, got it?”

        Something was wrong. Even in the hellscape around them, Leon could tell there was some worse secret hiding just around the corner. Hiding in the caged look on Scott’s face. Leon wanted to snap him out of it. They had a whole other wing to clear out and Leon needed the other’s focus on this. He swiped a hand over his face, skin feeling hot and sticky with sweat. If he stopped for more than a few seconds, he would give too much thought to the situation they were in. He couldn’t afford to do that-- not with Claire and Sherry somewhere trying to escape. Leon knew Scott felt the same way. So, what the hell was the problem?

     It's in the middle of his free time that a new face approaches. Other residents are also perturbed by the presence of a police officer, but it fades to pure curiosity when he passes them by. Straight to JOSH it seems. He hoped all the legal stuff was over with. He's tired of talking about it. Enough of that happens in therapy.

     hands  clutch  desperately  at  the  fabric  over  his  own  rapidly  beating  heart     ,     taking  mental  note  of  its  sweat  soaked  condition .     a  nightmare ?     but     —     it  felt  so  .  .  .  real .     eyes  frantically  search  dark  surroundings  only  to  meet  leon’s  firm     ,     yet  reassuring  gaze .     slowly  but  surely  raspy  and  hasty  breathing  begins  to  calm     ,     though  his  mind  races  with  vague  memories  of  the  nightmare .     blood      ,     screaming     ,     the  smell  of  death  and  rot  hung  heavy  in  his  nose  and  it  only  made  him  all  the  more  nauseous .

The Outsider’s labored breathing covered her footsteps. The gentle crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. She had heard on the speakers about him, Knoth calling out for his followers to rid their sanctuary of the stranger who wished them harm. She dropped down on her knees and crawled the rest of the way, the last foot, until she was right over his shoulder.  “Shh, shh, shh.”  Val’s hand snatched over his mouth from behind.  “Shhhhh.”  Her other hand raised, she pressed a bony finger against her own lips. And in the distance, from behind the trees, emerged her heretics. Covered in mud and just as curious about the outsider as she was herself. Val kept them at bay for now by a simple look.  “Give him some room, the poor thing is injured...”

“This is, like, so wild.” Susie sits cross-legged on one of the desks laying on its side, having been turned over to use as a shield. It was weird enough meeting the characters of that one video game she used to play at Joey’s house, but hearing that the Entity could apparently go into video games as well was... certainly something she learned today.