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I can't believe it, but… the rumours are true. Emstable is gone. The entire place has caved in on itself, and frankly I don't dare explore it. These drops are hundreds of meters deep, and there's a stench of death everywhere. No one's survived it, that's for sure. How could you survive this, even? I can see a sky in an indoor level, that's how fucking catastrophic this is. The strangest part, though? I'm sure, out of the corner of my eye… I saw somebody alive. Bruised, but okay. It looked like they pulled themselves out of the rubble, and immediately noclipped. What a string of bad luck for them.
Written by BoringTalking |0|_|0| (this is also a rewrite of my first ever level!)
Huge thanks to Sariastuff for assistance with the clinical writing! Who knew someone training in the medical field would know how to write that shit.
Also hurray to this page for completely derailing crit night that one time. What a laugh.
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She knew most people gained experience differently from her.
She knew most people gained the knowledge to speak from listening to others.
She knew most people gained the ability to read from written texts and guidance from experienced people.
She knew the senses of her body not only developed over two decades of growing, but also that they were… used. She knew her sight, smell, touch, hearing, and taste were all dormant.
For all the differences to everyone else that she was aware of, however, she knew this was normal for her.
Therefore, when her senses were activated, she knew something was wrong.
Blinding white light hit her before the cold, hard floor did. When skin hit the surface, the pain in her eyes was nothing compared to that rushing rapidly through her forehead. An uneasy groan escaped stiff lips and uneasy vocal cords, all while awkward and long limbs made minute movements to get into a protective ball.
Her ears started to tune out the white noise, seemingly now understanding their purpose, and pick up on the sounds around her. Shouting. Smashing. Breaking. Panting. The last one was closer to her, much closer. Another sense, not one she could understand, registered that there was something next to her head. Something which suddenly put two warm pads of squishy flesh on her sides.
The pads pressed into her and began to lift up her body. The white she could see started to gain clarity as colours and shapes emerged in her blurring sight.
"There… up you come," a soft, weathered voice groaned, the first legible audio she could comprehend. The woman was addressing her. The words individually all had meaning, but her still thawing brain struggled to link them together into a sentence. She knew, however, that there was a way to vocalise that confusion.
"Huh…?" She groaned, her voice similar to the woman in front of her. When her eyelids stopped rapidly blinking and could finally see a clear image, she was met with an old, olive-skinned face flanked by flowing black hair. It was curly and greying, but the life behind the eyes of the woman herself was curiously youthful.
And scared.
"Shh, no time," the older woman consoled, looking over her back as the sounds of smashing got louder. The world around her momentarily fell into blackness as the lights flickered, and then everything went black again as something was pulled down her body. Clothes of some kind. When she looked down herself, she saw it was a long, open garment as white as the world as she first saw it. The only defining colour was a print of a glassy box fading into a rainbow on the left breast.
She was quickly pulled away by the other woman, stumbling and tripping her bare feet on the door frame. The violent sounds behind her were chasing her from room to room. The hairs on her body were standing upright, as if to alert her further of the threat she already knew existed.
She would've screamed had her mouth not been covered. The woman escorting her pulled her sharply through a door, nudged it closed with her foot, and waited. She could feel the woman tremble against her back as footsteps stormed past outside in a messy, rage-filled brigade.
"Don't make a sound." The woman spoke, and their eyes met hers when she turned sharply to look at her. The woman still kept at least one finger over her mouth to silence her. "You need to stay inside here, okay? They've destroyed everything and killed Jasmine, but I can still save you."
She tilted her head like it were too heavy on her neck, with a face morphed into an unsure expression to boot. The woman sighed and just kissed her forehead gently. The sensation warmed her, but she couldn't fathom why.
"I'll tamper with the servers and grow us both a temporary exit. When it forms, you step through it, okay? If I don't follow, find your way without me. I believe in you, little Melody Parker." The woman said this as she moved to the door, waiting to ensure that the silence outside would last before slipping out.
"What…?" she asked, about 20 seconds after the woman had left. She tapped her neck with two fingers, shocked at the reverberations. She was talking properly, like the woman was. She couldn't shake the feeling that they sounded distinctly similar to each other.
Before her eyes, making her jump back and hit empty shelves behind her, a bright box of white light emerged from the tiles at her feet. The shape solidified, the inside swirled, and when an image formed on the other side, she quickly understood what it was she was met with. This door was nothing like the others she'd seen in her past few minutes of life; it was… more confusing than that. Following the advice of her better, she stepped through it.
She was met by the damp smell of mildew as her bare feet padded on dirty and damp concrete, surrounded by pillars and walls of white plaster. Hugging the fabric over herself as the dank winds of the empty lot brushed by her, she turned to the magic door and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When the door closed, and she was left on her own, she had no idea what to do with herself other than walk and think. She had no idea who the woman was—her brain was lagging even now, but her last words had given her something she felt would be useful in the future. A name. Melody Parker.