[ something's has been off since karen came to a stop outside of the diner, but she hasn't been able to put a finger on what. she tells herself it's just the entire thing, waking up in this nightmare, the process of getting the car, the whole feeling of the winding road and the abandoned building. something is off about this whole place, but karen's not about to pass up on a possible chance at food, maybe people, maybe more clues as to what this place is and what's going on.
getting inside doesn't help the feeling, even as she's more and more sure no one else is here. she makes her way through the front, the dusty and decrepit lobby and some busted booths. the wood creaks under her feet, but she doesn't think it's dangerous. not yet anyway- so she tries to be as quick as she can.
she's shuffling through what's left behind the car, looking through any possible boxes, maybe some pre-packaged snacks. she's not sure what she's going to find, but she just wants it to be something - it feels a bit like she hasn't eaten in days, and if she's going to hit a city soon, she figures-
she bumps something - a box, a chair, a piece of plywood, she's not sure - and it sends the contents of the top of the counter onto the floor around her. the sound is loud, and enough that distracts her from her task, and the potential sound of anyone (or any thing) around her. she curses, covering her face at first and then moving to try and pick up some of the glass and crap that she'd knocked over, when she hears another crack, another sound. it could easily be his footsteps, or maybe it's the shifting of something above her. she isn't entirely sure.
what she does know is that karen glances up just in time to see the ceiling start to give way, and she has just enough time to cover her head and cower down closer to the bar as the entire ceiling gives way with something she doesn't really see comes with it. she screams - she can't really help it - and feels movement, different than the shifting of material, but instead like something comes lunging from the other side of the diner.
it's a couple of moments before she tries to push herself out from under everything, shoving away the panels and wood and anything else that came down over her and coughing through the thick smoke. that's when she hears skittering - different that the commotion of whatever it was that had been on top of her and then was forcefully pushed off, smaller and faster. she reaches down and searches for her pistol, her hand wrapping around it after a couple of terrifying moments and then it's up, pointed in the direction of- god, she's not even sure. there's growing, there's hissing, there are the sounds of something and Karen tries to blink through the settling dust into whatever light makes it in from the windows but all she sees is darkness and- someone else. ]
Hey! [ she yells out after a moment, a warning, before she shoots just over the man's right shoulder into another skittering mass along the back wall behind him.
it tenses, its legs shudder a bit, and then it retreats back into the now exposed rafters. karen stands, shakily, and shoots twice more - another mass that had come out from a hole behind the coffee machine further down the bar. ]
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getting inside doesn't help the feeling, even as she's more and more sure no one else is here. she makes her way through the front, the dusty and decrepit lobby and some busted booths. the wood creaks under her feet, but she doesn't think it's dangerous. not yet anyway- so she tries to be as quick as she can.
she's shuffling through what's left behind the car, looking through any possible boxes, maybe some pre-packaged snacks. she's not sure what she's going to find, but she just wants it to be something - it feels a bit like she hasn't eaten in days, and if she's going to hit a city soon, she figures-
she bumps something - a box, a chair, a piece of plywood, she's not sure - and it sends the contents of the top of the counter onto the floor around her. the sound is loud, and enough that distracts her from her task, and the potential sound of anyone (or any thing) around her. she curses, covering her face at first and then moving to try and pick up some of the glass and crap that she'd knocked over, when she hears another crack, another sound. it could easily be his footsteps, or maybe it's the shifting of something above her. she isn't entirely sure.
what she does know is that karen glances up just in time to see the ceiling start to give way, and she has just enough time to cover her head and cower down closer to the bar as the entire ceiling gives way with something she doesn't really see comes with it. she screams - she can't really help it - and feels movement, different than the shifting of material, but instead like something comes lunging from the other side of the diner.
it's a couple of moments before she tries to push herself out from under everything, shoving away the panels and wood and anything else that came down over her and coughing through the thick smoke. that's when she hears skittering - different that the commotion of whatever it was that had been on top of her and then was forcefully pushed off, smaller and faster. she reaches down and searches for her pistol, her hand wrapping around it after a couple of terrifying moments and then it's up, pointed in the direction of- god, she's not even sure. there's growing, there's hissing, there are the sounds of something and Karen tries to blink through the settling dust into whatever light makes it in from the windows but all she sees is darkness and- someone else. ]
Hey! [ she yells out after a moment, a warning, before she shoots just over the man's right shoulder into another skittering mass along the back wall behind him.
it tenses, its legs shudder a bit, and then it retreats back into the now exposed rafters. karen stands, shakily, and shoots twice more - another mass that had come out from a hole behind the coffee machine further down the bar. ]