Doors Plot: Night Has Fallen

[wipeawaythedebt]

The Midnight Isle is no longer empty, if it ever was. There are people now, four of them, people from far away and they don't know where they are or how they got there. They've been wandering, lost, worried, watching the long dark halls and listening to the strange sounds in the walls. They were alone, then in pairs and now they're together, locked in the command center. Time has passed, but there's power and there are records if the people are smart enough to pull them up. The door's got a good lock... for now.

Night, or what passes for it has come. The sounds are getting louder, whatever's there knows there's people on the Isle again. New people. Whole people. They have a taste for people now and they're wandering inside the walls, claws scratching inside their new metal home, looking for the people. They don't see well in the light, they don't like it, but power can't last forever. The generators have to cycle down every few months, they did six months ago and they're overdue. Must be running pretty hot by now. Tonight, maybe tomorrow, they'll shut down.

Tonight might be the last night these people have.

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[adifferentlife]

“I hadn’t been in Darrow long, only a few months. It was as if another version of Darrow just appeared and we found ourselves trapped there.” She’s busying herself looking through a cupboard, finding it easier to focus on that than to look at Elizabeth as she talks. “This creature, monster in the truest sense, it took me.”

Sybil remembers the fear that she felt, though it seems as if she’s now seeing it through a haze. It had been bone chilling, her life threatened in a way she’d never imagined. But she’d stayed strong then, fighting back. She would do the same now. “Only the monster was my friend, another form of him.”

[cagedlamb]

"I'm sorry," she said, frowning. It sounded terrible - she honestly couldn't imagine such a thing. No one that had gone after them in Columbia were people they knew. That detail made a whole lot of difference. "That must have been terrible."

Any courage she had in considering telling her a little more was cut off at that point. Her ability didn't hurt people on purpose, but they did hurt people. A lot of people.

[adifferentlife]

"It was," she says seriously, with a heavy sigh. There's nothing in the cupboard of any real use, she's convinced, pushing it shut in her frustration. "But it was behind me. Then this. I can't help but wonder if I attract such things, I suppose."