Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Sept 3, 2016 13:48:35 GMT -5
Hannah had followed behind Dana until she left the island. She was admiring her lover's butt as she moved. Her good eye watched also how Jenna walked, looked at Dana and how reacted to her. Sighing to herself, she had felt that was looking at the person who was going to be replacing her. She didn't know about Jenna just being there as an Ear for Dana to talk to and eventually spilling her guts to her new scout about wanting to die. Walking over to her Rig, she climbed up into it with a little hard time. Pain rocked through her like a Hurricane. But she finally made way into the rig and sat in the driver seat. Breathing heavy, she slammed the door shut. Relaxing for a moment, she looked around as everyone was doing something around the island. She felt useless. Crawling into the back and laying on the bed, she stripped out of her shirt and pants and laid fully on a bed that was comfy. Thinking for a long while, she turned herself around int he bed, opening a small drawer and pulled out the M9 Berreta and slid it under her pillow. Slowly, her eyes began to get heavy as she felt relaxed in the bed. Then she slipped into the Dream that she will be not Forgetting for as long as she lived.
The Nightmare
Hannah stood in the middle of a street inside of a city she hadn't seen or been to yet. She could see through both her eyes. She had thought that losing her eye might have been a dream on it's own. But it felt familiar as she looked at the tall building's with vegetation growing over everything. Wild life was blooming and running around in the distance. But her hearing had caught the sounds of her group's voices talking. They were far away, guiding her to find them. Running, she came across walkers, alot of them. It was the size of a very Big Horde. They stood there, watching her with arms up and raised for her and they're cries for her was loud. Beckoning her to join them in they're massive rotting family. But snapping out of her trance, she heard her groups voices again. And Dana's, her lovely Dana's sweet beautiful voice. Like a beckon in the night, she ran for it. But as soon as she ran her voice, the dead began to give chase after her. Running for her life, she ran down streets, through alleys, and even in and out of windows as she tried to keep up with voice of her wife. Not letting herself to falter, she held her breath for as long as she could, running at top speed. Seeing a fence, she scaled the chain linked fence and hopped down to the other side. Looking around, she saw nothing. Empty streets except for they're vehicles. 'Why was I so far away from everyone?' Looking up the long stone steps, she saw Stone statues of lions sitting there, like stone sentries.
Walking up after catching her breath, she pasted the last set of Lions and saw things have changed a bit as she reached the doors. Looking at the statues, she saw blood running down they're faces and they all were missing they're left eyes. An old air raid horn began to play as she looked up towards the sky. Storm clouds began to swirl up above as wind began to pick up, tossing news papers around in the street. Looking at the cover of the one as it planted itself against a lion. "Woman from Atlanta found with a bullet wound to her head. Investigators have no leads." Finding it rather disturbing, she pushed the doors as she backed into them and stumbled inside and fell to the ground, landing on her butt. The doors closed with a loud slam and she could hear the group talking, joking and how some people were laughing as David had ripped his shirt off and was flexing his pecs. A slap across his big bald head was heard as Dana was yelling at him for ripping his shirt off, telling him that he will be looking for his shirts next time. Getting up onto her feet, she looked back outside and saw the dead looking at her from outside the doors. Screaming, she bolted. Running through the main front end of the building and was heading for a staircase. This place was fucking huge. When she reached it, she saw that it spiraled up wards and the sounds of the doors out front exploded with the sounds of wet, crunching wetness marching they're way slowly to her spot. Running up the spiral staircase, she was in a frantic. As she finally reached the top, she looked out and over the ground floor and saw the army of the dead standing they're, covering the floor. Looking at her, with they're silent taunts.
But the voice, it drew her attention as she saw the group standing around still having a good time. Feeling a bit relieved, she walked towards them until she stopped as the group looked at her. They all had horror etched in they're faces like they were stone statues. Tegan ran to Dana and covered her face by putting Dana's crying face into her chest. What felt like tears sliding down her face as she watched the sight. She turned around to look back to see if they're was any walkers behind her. They're wasn't, only a Tall standing mirror which showed her left eye missing and pouring out blood now. "Look at yourself Hannah. Your scared. Ugly, Uselessss! Listen to your wife, listen to how she cries that she is married to a one eyed freak. Do her a favor, end yourself. Put the gun in your hand, slide the barrel into your mouth and pull the trigger. Do it. Do It! DO IT AND END HER SUFFERING YOUR UGLY SHIT!" a voice said to her. Turning her head, she saw what the voice was coming from. Susan. She was standing they're. Her eyes black as the abyss themselves. Skin as pale white as a ghost. A frown was on her face as she spoke. "You must die for your Wife to be happy. Time for you to die." Looking down at her hand, she had her M1911 handgun in her grip. Looking at the black barrel, she slowly raised the gun up and was about to put it in her mouth until she stopped herself as Dana looked at her as she did so. Hannah couldn't hear her as she looked like she yelling something while reaching out for her.
Focusing on her face, she began to hear what she was yelling to her. "DON'T DO IT! I LOVE YOU HANNAH!" She was shocked at hearing it and Susan was now in Hannah's face, blocking the view of Dana. "You will do it you lying piece of shit! You said you would love me forever!" The shock turned into anger as she stood up fully and looked down at Susan. "And you said you wouldn't ever leave my side. Yet you left me to die. Now it's time to..." Aiming the gun at Susan's head, she pulled the trigger and the once Susan turned into powder falling to the ground.
The Nightmare
Hannah stood in the middle of a street inside of a city she hadn't seen or been to yet. She could see through both her eyes. She had thought that losing her eye might have been a dream on it's own. But it felt familiar as she looked at the tall building's with vegetation growing over everything. Wild life was blooming and running around in the distance. But her hearing had caught the sounds of her group's voices talking. They were far away, guiding her to find them. Running, she came across walkers, alot of them. It was the size of a very Big Horde. They stood there, watching her with arms up and raised for her and they're cries for her was loud. Beckoning her to join them in they're massive rotting family. But snapping out of her trance, she heard her groups voices again. And Dana's, her lovely Dana's sweet beautiful voice. Like a beckon in the night, she ran for it. But as soon as she ran her voice, the dead began to give chase after her. Running for her life, she ran down streets, through alleys, and even in and out of windows as she tried to keep up with voice of her wife. Not letting herself to falter, she held her breath for as long as she could, running at top speed. Seeing a fence, she scaled the chain linked fence and hopped down to the other side. Looking around, she saw nothing. Empty streets except for they're vehicles. 'Why was I so far away from everyone?' Looking up the long stone steps, she saw Stone statues of lions sitting there, like stone sentries.
Walking up after catching her breath, she pasted the last set of Lions and saw things have changed a bit as she reached the doors. Looking at the statues, she saw blood running down they're faces and they all were missing they're left eyes. An old air raid horn began to play as she looked up towards the sky. Storm clouds began to swirl up above as wind began to pick up, tossing news papers around in the street. Looking at the cover of the one as it planted itself against a lion. "Woman from Atlanta found with a bullet wound to her head. Investigators have no leads." Finding it rather disturbing, she pushed the doors as she backed into them and stumbled inside and fell to the ground, landing on her butt. The doors closed with a loud slam and she could hear the group talking, joking and how some people were laughing as David had ripped his shirt off and was flexing his pecs. A slap across his big bald head was heard as Dana was yelling at him for ripping his shirt off, telling him that he will be looking for his shirts next time. Getting up onto her feet, she looked back outside and saw the dead looking at her from outside the doors. Screaming, she bolted. Running through the main front end of the building and was heading for a staircase. This place was fucking huge. When she reached it, she saw that it spiraled up wards and the sounds of the doors out front exploded with the sounds of wet, crunching wetness marching they're way slowly to her spot. Running up the spiral staircase, she was in a frantic. As she finally reached the top, she looked out and over the ground floor and saw the army of the dead standing they're, covering the floor. Looking at her, with they're silent taunts.
But the voice, it drew her attention as she saw the group standing around still having a good time. Feeling a bit relieved, she walked towards them until she stopped as the group looked at her. They all had horror etched in they're faces like they were stone statues. Tegan ran to Dana and covered her face by putting Dana's crying face into her chest. What felt like tears sliding down her face as she watched the sight. She turned around to look back to see if they're was any walkers behind her. They're wasn't, only a Tall standing mirror which showed her left eye missing and pouring out blood now. "Look at yourself Hannah. Your scared. Ugly, Uselessss! Listen to your wife, listen to how she cries that she is married to a one eyed freak. Do her a favor, end yourself. Put the gun in your hand, slide the barrel into your mouth and pull the trigger. Do it. Do It! DO IT AND END HER SUFFERING YOUR UGLY SHIT!" a voice said to her. Turning her head, she saw what the voice was coming from. Susan. She was standing they're. Her eyes black as the abyss themselves. Skin as pale white as a ghost. A frown was on her face as she spoke. "You must die for your Wife to be happy. Time for you to die." Looking down at her hand, she had her M1911 handgun in her grip. Looking at the black barrel, she slowly raised the gun up and was about to put it in her mouth until she stopped herself as Dana looked at her as she did so. Hannah couldn't hear her as she looked like she yelling something while reaching out for her.
Focusing on her face, she began to hear what she was yelling to her. "DON'T DO IT! I LOVE YOU HANNAH!" She was shocked at hearing it and Susan was now in Hannah's face, blocking the view of Dana. "You will do it you lying piece of shit! You said you would love me forever!" The shock turned into anger as she stood up fully and looked down at Susan. "And you said you wouldn't ever leave my side. Yet you left me to die. Now it's time to..." Aiming the gun at Susan's head, she pulled the trigger and the once Susan turned into powder falling to the ground.