[ Pain bloomed hotly, the eruption of it consuming every single part of him until he knew of little else. Time slowly stilled as the shadows closed in and the sight of red faded further and further until nothing else remained. The spell only broke when he started to come to in and out but never for very long. How much time had passed? It made everything a haze but he caught glimpses here and there -- flowers and concern, Shane gesturing wildly and though he tried to reassure everyone, he couldn't manage to stay awake long enough. His heavy eyelids always closed before he could, the cottony dryness of his mouth preventing any words from falling out.
Months later but what felt like days for him, Rick's eyes fluttered open fully for the first time in so long. With a faint groan, his eyes drifted beside him to take in the fresh flowers but only wilted buds met his gaze. What. Stumbling from the bed, he called out for the nurse but no one came. Odd. Pushing himself onto unsteady feet, Rick pushed his way out of the door. Why had someone put something in front of his door for?
Chaos greeted him in the hallway, Rick holding onto the aching middle of his stomach but it didn't stop him from continuing forward. He needed answers and couldn't find them if he stayed still. Along the way, he noted bullet holes, blood splatters and so many thing strewn all around. Something really terrible happened. A shoot out?
Trying to not groan, he finally met a door, his eyes reading it with confusion --
DON'T OPEN - DEAD INSIDE.
An epidemic of some kind? Decayed looking fingers poked through the thin crack of the door, the rattling rasps sounding wrong to his ears and he stumbled backwards.
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Months later but what felt like days for him, Rick's eyes fluttered open fully for the first time in so long. With a faint groan, his eyes drifted beside him to take in the fresh flowers but only wilted buds met his gaze. What. Stumbling from the bed, he called out for the nurse but no one came. Odd. Pushing himself onto unsteady feet, Rick pushed his way out of the door. Why had someone put something in front of his door for?
Chaos greeted him in the hallway, Rick holding onto the aching middle of his stomach but it didn't stop him from continuing forward. He needed answers and couldn't find them if he stayed still. Along the way, he noted bullet holes, blood splatters and so many thing strewn all around. Something really terrible happened. A shoot out?
Trying to not groan, he finally met a door, his eyes reading it with confusion --
DON'T OPEN - DEAD INSIDE.
An epidemic of some kind? Decayed looking fingers poked through the thin crack of the door, the rattling rasps sounding wrong to his ears and he stumbled backwards.
What. Nothing made sense. Nothing at all. ]