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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[wipeawaythedebt]

He doesn't like this. Not one bit, but at least he's got the girls somewhere safe. The door's solid, it seems to be locked as far as he can tell. Doesn't stop him from parking himself next to it, eyes open and ready. Anything that comes in is going through him, he won't let anything happen to Elizabeth. Or Emma. Or Sybil, the one he doesn't know. Doesn't make her any less innocent of all this or any less worth protecting.

For a guy who's gone through his life not giving a damn, it's a sobering realization.

...he could really use a drink about now.

[cagedlamb]

It'd been luck that they came cross Booker - and Sybil, too. She knew that. It'd be a lie to not be on edge a bit, though, being really unable to talk to Booker about things. How they were going to proceed. How she should proceed, when she felt more and more like it would be likely he'd need to use Vigors around them. Something was lurking just out of view, she knew it.

It scared her.

She would try to find a way to speak to him privately later. For now, she did what she found herself often doing - scavenging. For what, she wasn't sure, but their hideaway was a mess of things in the room to go through.

Maybe she would find answers.

Maybe she would find something useful.

It was, at least, better than simply sitting and listening to the awful scratching noises that seemed to surround them.