aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

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Oh great, you're listening to us too?! Not cool, man!

[Confused nation shouts at cloud.]

[Huffs in annoyance and makes a beeline for the nearest rusted slide and kicks it, giving it a great big dent.]

[She's sort of recovered after her really bad/awful experience with Chinese "herbs," which included lots of water which she eventually found at the abandoned mansion, but she's been running on empty otherwise. She's cranky, tired, no longer in dire danger of dying but definitely stretched thin, and it shows.]

[Damaging the slide didn't do anything to help that, but it makes her frustration go down just a teeeency bit so she finds a swing and sits, letting her head fall back as she rocks back and forth. She's so done, done done done done done, of being on this island. She's so bored, she missed the Emmy's and the Super Bowl and she had tickets.]

[Grasps the swing chains and wonders if it's sturdy enough to do a jump. Attempts to pick up speed, but then the whole set creaks ominously and she puts out her feet to skid to a stop.]

Dammit!

[Gets up and wanders around aimlessly. She needs a goal.]

[He trudges in from the forest, head pounding. HIs body's tired from all the running and walking, practically demanding to do any activity, any exercise, anything but walking.]

[The playground soon comes into view, but before his bloodshot eyes could take in everything in it, he spots something in the open area.]

[Or to be more precise, someone.]

[Though they're a bit far away to discern clearly, especially with his eyes strained.]

[He tenses a bit, ready for a fight if need be.]

[He moves to sneak closer.]

[Returns to standing in front of the slide, debating whether to take her frustration out on the other side now and give it matching dents. Or fix the whole thing up and make it useable. All it would take is some elbow grease, a hammer, some new screws and a screwdriver and some polish....]

[But who on this island would use a slide????? She slumps and kicks at it ineffectually again, but it's halfhearted and nothing happens.]

[She is so bored. She's so bored she doesn't notice that anyone else could be there, so she straightens up and wanders to the merry-go-round, and tests out how well it spins.]

[If she could rip all the murder gear out of this island, it wouldn't be a bad place for a resort. The weather's kind of nice.]

[That loud slamming and rusty creaking isn't helping his head get better.

{stop that hammer pounding on his head, damnit}

[His body's almost moving on autopilot as he sneaks even closer. He notices the person's figure, but the dark shadows from the sunlight on their face and the fact they weren't facing him makes it so that he still can't see clearly.]

{and his eyes really hurt, it feels like there are needles pricking it non-stop}

[Logically, he should think and deduct who it could be, but even the notion of thinking is making his head hurt even more than it already does.]

{i want to close my eyes and rest}

[But that entailed letting his guard dow, when there is someone else clearly here. Someone who's bound by a game to kill him if necessary.]

{an enemy???}

[Well, he can't just stand and let himself be killed without a fight.]

[His hand moves to rummage through his bag.]

[Pushes a little harder on the merry-go-round.]

Come on, you can do it! Let that rust go!

[Push squeak PUSH squeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakk- it slowly starts to move and she gives out a hopeful cheer, just as it twists over and off the base onto the ground. She jumps back in surprise as it narrowly misses her foot.]

Gah! [She stumbles and falls backward onto her butt, completely oblivious to what might lurk beyond the tree line.] This place is a death trap!

[He winces, stumbles a bit and holds a hand to his temple - that screeching was back again. And it was somehow magnified in his mind, almost on the level of nails scraping a board. It feels like there was something going to break in his head. His eyes were closed without a conscious thought to it.]

{how can i make this stop}

[His eyes still closed, instead he uses his hands to feel around the contents of his bag. His fingers brush the neck of the bottle he'd been given at the start, now devoid of its contents.]

[But not entirely useless.]

[When he opens his eyes again, he sees the person was sitting on the ground, back turned toward him.]

[... Perfect.]

[The noise is nothing to her but an annoyance, just like everything else on the island.]

[She huffs dramatically and falls backward completely so she's laying on the ground, arms and legs splayed out and staring at the sky.]

[... What to do? Where to go? Where can she find food????]

[Her stomach audibly growls and she groans in annoyance.]

Shut up, I can't do anything about that right now!

[It growls again and she lifts her head up just enough from the ground to let it fall back again with a thump. Ow.]

[Throws an arm over her eyes and prepares the mental prep talk she's gonna need to go on her next exploration adventure. She just like, needs five minutes. Tops.]

[When he approaches, suddenly she falls back flat on the ground.]

[There went his initial plan.]

[Well, he'll just have to improvise, right?]

[The element of surprise just might still be on his side.]

[It was almost like he was acting on instinct now (which he probably was, because most of his brain energy was devoted to suppressing his headache), like he was just preparing to prank somebody like usual. Except there just might be a different intention this time.]

[So he moves closer, trying to minimize the noise he makes as much as he can, one particular hand hidden behind his back.]

[If she hears him approaching and startles in surprise, he'll get to react first. But if she's going to lay there and not notice him, he knows a thing or two about surprising people himself.]

[She can either lay here and continue to bemoan the fact that there's nothing to do and she wants to go home, or she can actually go out there and make a difference, actively trying to get to the leader this time and kick their butt and put them away for good so this never happens again.]

[Ooooorrrrrr she can lay here some more.]

[Decisions, decisions.]

[Come on America, get a hold of yourself.]

[The entire time she's reciting her inner monologue, she has no idea that anyone else is even there. She thinks she's perfectly alone, and that kind of sucks, because that means there's no one there to see her upcoming giant display of determination. It's just not as satisfying when there's no one audience.]

[Sighs dramatically and swings back into a sitting position, pumping her fist in the air as she shouts.]

Yeah!! Time to go kick some ass and get off this island!!

[Now that he was clearly out in the open, the heat of the sun only compounded his slowly worsening dehydration, and the light was near-blinding and any attempts to close actually seemed to make his eyes sting even more.]

[So he doesn't try, and keeps his eyes trained unblinkingly at the back of his prey... his target's head.]

[His mind was slowly turning into a blank canvas of black. There are snippets of conversations, snapshots of events, and traces of memories that pass before they were painted over. One of the last he remembers is getting hungry but finding he has next to no food left, and having settled for some suspicious-looking wild berries that he was too hungry to check for edibleness. While it was initially just his stomach slightly protesting, his light dizziness and head aching didn't really bother him much at the time.]

[And now, he thinks no more of that. His head is throbbing from the squeaking noises here, yes that is surely the reason. The only reason]

[... Enough thinking. It's time for action.]

[His arm moves, swinging for a hit.]

[Weird plants have made them both sick, obviously they should stick to hamburgers.]

[Determination renewed, she lowers her arms to push off the ground, ready to take on the island and go find the person responsible once and for all. She jumps to her feet.]

[*WUMP*]

[The bottle hits with a fleshy, hollow thud and she crumples right back down to the ground on her back, limbs sprawled and dazed, eyes rolling back in her head.]

[If this were a cartoon little stars would be swirling around her head right now.]

[The realization that this person he just attacked was none other than the female America was just a flash in his blanked-out mind.]

[That's got to be worrying on what his current mental state is. Right now though, he drops the bottle to the ground.]

[And then gives a bone-chilling, low chuckle as he takes out a rusty knife he'd obtained from the mansion.]

[... It wasn't a spear or a stake, but it's still something he can use to skewer ~~his enemies~~ the person in front of him, right?]

[And that is exactly what he does, moving to plunge that knife at the disoriented America.]

[Blood gushes everywhere and seeps into the ground. If he hasn't hit an internal organ yet, she'll bleed out soon enough.]

[Too bad she died too quickly to put up a fight or say any heroic last words.]

[If he can get out of his murderous haze, he'll find a charged Taser, a pair of night vision binoculars and an empty Starbucks cup that has seen better days in her pack.]

[It takes quite a while for him to regain some semblance of sense, and when he does, it's to open his eyes to the sight of the female America sprawled on the grass in a pool of blood.]

[But he can't remember anything.]

[Did they run into each other? But he can't even remember having even spoken to her since the beginning of this 'game'.]

[But there was no denying... that was the knife he took that's stabbed on her.]

[And there was no one around.]

[So that could only mean...]

{did i...]

[...]

[.....]

[Well, there was no going back now. He'll just have to go on.]

[So far, his head was at a more manageable level now, despite his body dishing out some strange but minimal physical pain to various parts of his body with every movement and throb of his head. Carefully, he takes the contents of her bag and into his. The taser would be easier to wield, and the binoculars could be useful. When he's done, he puts the empty bag beside her. He looks at her for a few seconds before taking out a bedsheet he'd also pilfered from the mansion.]

[He slowly takes the knife out, wipes it with the sheet and puts it back in his bag. Then, he uses that sheet to cover her.]

[He knows it would be pointless to say it, but he still thinks it in his mind.]

{Sorry.}

[Then he slowly walks away.]

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