[Carol can't recall how she ended up inside a preschool of all places. One minute she's wiping walker entrails from her clothes and setting off through the woods, and the next she's surrounded by yellowed, crooked drawings of grinning families and the telltale groans of small children, long turned and converging on her from all sides. One of the wrongest turns of her life, must have been. If she still believed in God, she'd be sure He was out to get her, specifically. If only she'd waited to wipe clean...]
[Strange to wish for a viscera-coated poncho, perhaps, but here she is.]
[The huge automatic weapon strapped to her back isn't for close quarters, so she's left with her hunting knife and a pistol, its clip now empty. The finger grips are already dripping with the blood of a girl who might have once been blonde, maybe 4 years old, which Carol only noticed as the body slumped to the floor after surprising her from behind. If she'd seen the size of the walker beforehand, maybe it would have been enough to make her hesitate, as she's doing now.]
[Slipping behind a frosted glass door and shutting it as quietly as adrenaline allows, she sinks down into a corner and gulps for breath. Would it be worse to survive this and add these faces to her nightmares, or just let them come?]
[Shadows appear in the glass, distorted. Closing in. She grips her knife and, senselessly, uselessly, prays.]
((OOC: feel free to use her canon (suburban Atlanta with zombies) or say she was transported elsewhere and it just happens to also be a giant ball of actual hell!))
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Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead | canon point: Season 5 ep 1 but I can retcon it to earlier
Date: 2021-10-06 02:38 am (UTC)[Strange to wish for a viscera-coated poncho, perhaps, but here she is.]
[The huge automatic weapon strapped to her back isn't for close quarters, so she's left with her hunting knife and a pistol, its clip now empty. The finger grips are already dripping with the blood of a girl who might have once been blonde, maybe 4 years old, which Carol only noticed as the body slumped to the floor after surprising her from behind. If she'd seen the size of the walker beforehand, maybe it would have been enough to make her hesitate, as she's doing now.]
[Slipping behind a frosted glass door and shutting it as quietly as adrenaline allows, she sinks down into a corner and gulps for breath. Would it be worse to survive this and add these faces to her nightmares, or just let them come?]
[Shadows appear in the glass, distorted. Closing in. She grips her knife and, senselessly, uselessly, prays.]
((OOC: feel free to use her canon (suburban Atlanta with zombies) or say she was transported elsewhere and it just happens to also be a giant ball of actual hell!))