[ Someone is lost. Someone is so fucking lost and this is the worst hallucination he's ever had, even right after the Incident when he was seeing things all the time. The pills he has left aren't helping. He's in some kind of abandoned city and there are no people and (and at least it's nothing like the mine, at least nothing here reminds him of What Happened) maybe that's for the best.
He keeps finding the pickaxe next to him when he wakes up, no matter where he throws it or buries it. The blood on it has dried, is flaking off, but he swears he can still smell it.
The thing on his wrist is like something out of a sci fi movie and it beeps at him every now and then, but he ignores it in favor of trying to find something, anything, familiar. He's never had a hallucination or nightmare or whatever this is exactly like this one, not so vivid, not one that lasted longer than two hours of the five minute game.
He wanders aimlessly, jacket torn and dusty, picking streets at random. ]
TOM HANNIGER (AU) | MY BLOODY VALENTINE | just arrived
He keeps finding the pickaxe next to him when he wakes up, no matter where he throws it or buries it. The blood on it has dried, is flaking off, but he swears he can still smell it.
The thing on his wrist is like something out of a sci fi movie and it beeps at him every now and then, but he ignores it in favor of trying to find something, anything, familiar. He's never had a hallucination or nightmare or whatever this is exactly like this one, not so vivid, not one that lasted longer than two hours of the five minute game.
He wanders aimlessly, jacket torn and dusty, picking streets at random. ]
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