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[Crunchcrunchcrunch—blurry images, mostly just colors, flash in his vision. He thinks he hears voices screaming; then he thinks he hear's Barnaby and Kaede, and then Nami... and then himself? Raw and unrelenting pain pounds at the sides of his head and he screams something inhuman—
October 31st, 9 PM, another piercing yell rips through the trees. Unlike the miserable cries months prior when Bunny died, this is all blind shock, something teeming with some residual rage before he realizes he has nothing to be angry about (yet, until he remembers what happened, what he'd done). There's a thud and a rasping, heavy set of breaths that verge on the edge of panic; he shakily throws his journal open. The screen is blacked out with his palm, which is basically what's keeping him upright at the moment.]
Is—everyone...? Where's everyone?
[Everything's dark at first, and even when his eyes adjust it's still dark. He's in the forest. He hadn't even realized he'd walked into it until just now, but it's the last thing on his mind as he tries to talk to the journal. His stomach is all twisted up and he's covered in grime. No, this is... What happened? He'd been with Nami, and he... Shit, he's not sure what went wrong. He remembers his powers suddenly shutting down, the infected biting down on him... He moves to touch the raw wound on his neck and realizes he has no clue what's going on (don't touch it, don't touch it). The one on his arm is still there... Did he have more? He couldn't be bothered to know-
He's covered in blood.
His stomach flips, but no matter how hard he tries to remember the hours beyond him turning...
Nami.
His voice is suddenly louder over the journal, raspy with concern.]
Nami, did she—is she okay?! Did people get out? Dammit, someone tell me what happened out there-
[He curls inward suddenly, his body feeling all wrong, and his hand pulls away from the screen. Coming back from... From whatever he was, it really fucked up his body. He feels too hot, beads of sweat dotting the page. He needs peace of mind, because right now? He thinks he has flecks of something under his nails... He doesn't want to think about it.]
If you were on the draft, let me know you're alright... Please. I didn't hurt any of you, did I? I can't remember... What'd I....
[He, uh. Isn't good at moving right now, but he's not even sure how to bother with it, with what's happened. He just curls up and waits for answers, because how do you even pick yourself up and dust yourself off when you're pretty sure you've hurt innocent people? Possibly... no, he can't think of that. He's too tired to budge, and frankly, that doesn't really matter at all. There were a few times in his life he hoped, when he woke up, that it was all just a nightmare.
This is one of those times.]
October 31st, 9 PM, another piercing yell rips through the trees. Unlike the miserable cries months prior when Bunny died, this is all blind shock, something teeming with some residual rage before he realizes he has nothing to be angry about (yet, until he remembers what happened, what he'd done). There's a thud and a rasping, heavy set of breaths that verge on the edge of panic; he shakily throws his journal open. The screen is blacked out with his palm, which is basically what's keeping him upright at the moment.]
Is—everyone...? Where's everyone?
[Everything's dark at first, and even when his eyes adjust it's still dark. He's in the forest. He hadn't even realized he'd walked into it until just now, but it's the last thing on his mind as he tries to talk to the journal. His stomach is all twisted up and he's covered in grime. No, this is... What happened? He'd been with Nami, and he... Shit, he's not sure what went wrong. He remembers his powers suddenly shutting down, the infected biting down on him... He moves to touch the raw wound on his neck and realizes he has no clue what's going on (don't touch it, don't touch it). The one on his arm is still there... Did he have more? He couldn't be bothered to know-
He's covered in blood.
His stomach flips, but no matter how hard he tries to remember the hours beyond him turning...
Nami.
His voice is suddenly louder over the journal, raspy with concern.]
Nami, did she—is she okay?! Did people get out? Dammit, someone tell me what happened out there-
[He curls inward suddenly, his body feeling all wrong, and his hand pulls away from the screen. Coming back from... From whatever he was, it really fucked up his body. He feels too hot, beads of sweat dotting the page. He needs peace of mind, because right now? He thinks he has flecks of something under his nails... He doesn't want to think about it.]
If you were on the draft, let me know you're alright... Please. I didn't hurt any of you, did I? I can't remember... What'd I....
[He, uh. Isn't good at moving right now, but he's not even sure how to bother with it, with what's happened. He just curls up and waits for answers, because how do you even pick yourself up and dust yourself off when you're pretty sure you've hurt innocent people? Possibly... no, he can't think of that. He's too tired to budge, and frankly, that doesn't really matter at all. There were a few times in his life he hoped, when he woke up, that it was all just a nightmare.
This is one of those times.]
