You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[foundacause]

Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.

Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.

She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?

The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.

Comments

[drunqualified]

Fields of sunshine and wild grass mostly. But that was just what this Human dreamed about. It was a sadly distant fantasy most of the time anyway.

What was really starting to bother Leonard McCoy about this place, it was just too damn big to be wandering around with. He'd taken a turn down one hall, not quite sure where his intention were going to lead him, but it was the sound of guttural mongrel growls that had him back peddling back faster than you could say, 'would you like some lemonade with that?'.

So, in the event that anyone should peek their head out curiously. There is a running, swearing, southern doctor taking up a full length of the hall.

[no_eels]

New smells, new sounds, none of it readily visible. Toothless knows the sounds of canines. Vikings use them for various tasks, and for companionship. But this is different. He can hear warnings and challenges being issued, but without a source. The Night Fury moves like black lightning through the halls of the Center, trying to determine what's going on.

In fact, he almost runs right into Meg, in the canteen, and stops on a dime right in front of her with a confused rumble. What's going on?!

[cinereoargenteus]

Garrett hadn't moved a muscle, not from the minute he'd heard the sounds. There was a new group of predators here in the halls and they didn't sound friendly. With the unending patience of an animal used to waiting for hours on end, he had taken up a vigil, waiting as sounds drew nearer.

When Meg draws near, his ears twitch once in her direction before he goes right back to watching the halls. The people wandering around here hold no concern for him.

Day 158. So late.

[whiskeyslinger]

Ellen's been reliving Hell for the last four days. Between trying to outrun and out smart the hellhounds she's lost Jo to them again along the way. This time she wasn't even there to hold her. Or tell her she loved her.

It's an open, gaping wound inside of her. A raw pain that resonates in everything she does but she's still fighting to survive. Still struggling because if she did just give in to the despair and grief, she knows Jo would never forgive her.

She's got salt stashed in her room, but her supplies haven't lasted her as long as they should've. She was forced to go to the kitchen, which was a bad idea on her own. Which is why she's holding her bleeding right arm as she runs down the corridor looking for somewhere safe to wait temporarily until she can return to her room. If she can find a tight enough space, she's got enough salt to cover her ass.