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036 » aftermath: the dead

WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Mathias Township...?
WHEN: Day 036
WHAT: What happens after death?
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. PM this account to have a warning added!
NOTES: Plotting post over here! And a log for the living.

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DAY 036
RED SKY AT MORNING
But for the dead, morning does not come. They awake to a frozen world covered in darkness, the night sky above so clear that they make out the stars that are both familiar and strangely not. The moon is full, casting light that reflects upon the snow, but both are covered in a haze of red.

Everything is covered in red. The snow, the ocean, the night sky. It's as if they are seeing through colored glasses, but that filtered hue cannot be removed.

Those who were victims of the Hunt awake where they fell, surrounded by their own blood but curiously unharmed. In fact, their physical state is that of before the Hunt, and the only sign of their injuries are the wild splatters of blood all around them.

There is no sign of anyone in Mathias except for the dead, no matter how much they search. And there is quite a lot now to search — the fog has vanished from the town completely and all paths are clear to be wandered. Time is of the essence, though, for the dead will not remain so for long.

They have only six hours in this place that is Mathias but not.

SAILORS TAKE WARNING
At the fourth hour into their stay, a storm arrives. Perhaps difficult to see at first, before long the clouds can be noticed moving across the sky, at first blocking out only patches of those strange stars but then blotting them out entirely. The moon struggles in vain to shine through their darkness, eventually failing and leaving only artificial light to guide the dead in their journeys.

The storm begins with the fifth hour. The rumbling is like that of a thunderstorm but infinitely more ominous, signaling something approaching that is not meant for the world of man. Within a few minutes, they learn why as lightning arcs across the sky, the cracks of powerful energy echoing through the air. Those branching spikes at first remain in the sky, but then suddenly they crash down to meet the earth, striking the Town Hall. The sound of splintering wood fills the air, followed moments later by the roaring crackle of a fire raging into existence. Those cracks and crashes continue, but no others reach the ground.

The fire spreads with purpose, moving outward from the town's center but never touching the forest. It leaps from building to building, consuming everything in its path. It is a living, breathing thing driven by a need to devour. There is no stopping or controlling it.

As ash begins to fall from the sky like snow and the final hour begins, the earth rumbles like the sky. Like so many of them recently experienced, the ground shakes, sending burning buildings collapsing inward and residents tumbling to the ground. For a full minute, it seems as if the world is truly ending—

And then it stops. The world is silent. No rumbling of the sky, no crackles of fire. For a few moments, there is nothing.

The sound returns with a cacophonous rush, jarring and overwhelming. At first, it seems as if everything is normal, at least as normal as this nightmare world ever is. But residents will quickly begin to notice that the fire is receding, following the same path it took before. Back and back it goes, retreating through the street toward Town Hall. And if residents pay close attention, they will catch glimpses out of the corner of their eye of burned buildings suddenly repaired and standing as they had before the storm — just a glimpse, gone in a flash when faced fully, but enough to have anyone questioning what sanity they still have remaining.

When the sixth hour ends, so too do the dead. They will blink and in one moment be in this empty red hellscape of Mathias and in the next, awakening on Day 037, with only their memories to show for their harrowing experiences.

ABOUT THE FIRE
The fire that spreads through Mathias can be treated as an almost sentient entity. It does not necessarily behave as fire normally does — it can skip buildings, burn when there's nothing to fuel it, and may actively pursue residents. How it behaves in your character's encounter with it is up to you and does not need to match how others perceive it.

Characters may be injured and even killed by the fire. Both will incur sanity loss and may cause your character to gain a Madness (in addition to others they may gain from normal sanity loss).
— All who are injured by the fire lose one sanity point and will wake on day 037 with their burns.

— All who are killed by the fire lose two sanity points and gain the Madness pyrophobia for seven days. The degree of their pyrophobia is up to the individual player.

CONDITIONS UPDATE
— THE WEATHER starts off clear, with temperatures well below freezing. The storm begins to move inwards around three hours in, and takes full form an hour after that.

— THE FOG has vanished. The dead may wander the whole of Mathias at their leisure, though there is still a chasm in the earth between Hill Lane and Stine Road. The chasm spans from one side of town to the other, each end disappearing into the forest, and effectively blocks passage to the "northern" (actually western) part of town.

— DISAPPEARANCES continue. Eliot Waugh has now vanished as well. Though none of them will notice until tomorrow...

— THE GREY GULL now has a working bar! The selection is not quite what it once was.

OOC NOTES
— FOOD will be restocked in some fashion in the next log, don't worry. We aren't going full survival mode yet.

— REWARD REDEPEMPTION is on hold for this log. Sorry, friends! It'll be back next round.

— HOUSEKEEPING Please be sure to have a look at this post in regards to sanity loss from the Hunt and what is being done with the corpses of the Hunt's victims.

— MOD STATUS What will become a regular reminder that it's mostly just Amy steering this ship for now, so things will probably be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pinging me if you're stuck waiting for something.

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Use this space to ask general questions about this log and the circumstances or locations presented within. Players may also use this space to ping a mod to a thread to give feedback on the spooky happenings therein and to ask questions about exploring a residential housing location. (Updates and claims to housing locations should be made here.)

Comment here if your character is going to explore a usually hidden or inaccessible area of Mathias. This can be treated as the usual question/answer format and is only being separated out for ease of reference later when updating location information.

Edited 2021-02-23 00:26 (UTC)

Plotting post here!

'Cause when I go I already know
My life will only be a story
All that I've been, all that I've built
All fades away inside a moment
And the pain won't matter, the power won't matter
The shame burns with the glory
When I'm gone my life will only be a story ♫

we all have to go sometime (death and awakening narration)

There were jokes shared over coffee, three housemates hanging out and having something that almost felt like a good time, a brief respite from the general weirdness that plagues Mathias. A normal evening that had gone awry in ways that even Negan's never seen before in his goddamn life. He should have known. Every instinct had been telling him to go back in, hide. Something was coming. Why the fuck hadn't he listened to his gut? Just because you got backup doesn't always mean jack shit.

Everything that comes after happens in a whirlwind and the weight of terrible mistakes made by tempting fate.

Because he always thinks he'll come out on top, doesn't he? Fucking moron.

Something was on the prowl and they were on the menu.

There wasn't any way to get back inside when they tried.

Raylan had yelled to run and they all did, he thinks. But like the headless chickens that they were, they'd scattered wrong, hadn't stuck together. He broke his own damn rule with that one, his bad. Run, hide, survive. Those instincts kept him alive for how fucking long? How long had it kept others alive? But they failed him tonight.

"C'mon," he'd urged Neal, pulse pounding in his ears, hairs on his neck standing up as he wonders where they're even fucking going. They need some place to hide, lay low for a while, and he's about to tell Neal as much when he realizes the goddamned idiot just stopped moving.

"You motherfucking dumbass, you get your fucking ass--" It's too late though. It's too late. It's all too fucking late and Negan thinks for a moment he's losing his goddamn mind as Neal is lost in a hell of a gory fucking display. He can't save him. For a moment, Negan can't do anything. They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, don't they?

His must be just the bad reels, or maybe it's all bad reels that he's actually got. His mom getting her goddamn face mangled because he couldn't say no to bringing home strays, and all the sneaking around on Lucille, making a fucking murder bat in her honor like that wouldn't twist her stomach. The heads he's bashed in and faces he's burnt with hot irons in the name of punishment and keeping people in line, alive. He can dress it up as nice and pretty as he fucking wants, but for a moment, Negan feels his insides twist up painfully with the weight of all the shit he's done in his life.

The regret because that's not who he ever wanted to be and now he's not sure he'll get a chance to change it even if he wanted.

He's a coward in the end. He can't face what's coming for him with any sort of dignity. He turns on his toe and tries to run away, cursing as a lingering image of a head caved in lingers in his head, along with the mangled words of a dying man making promises to his fucking pregnant wife even with Negan's taunts in the background.

I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball popped out... and that shit is gross.

He doesn't realize the scream and pained cry that rings in his ears is actually his at first. He's still trying to process the pain that rips and shoots through him, the sickening knowledge that this is actually it. This is the end of the fucking line for him and no amount of bravado will save him from getting fucking torn up and mangled, just like it never saved anybody he's ever killed in his goddamn life.

Part of him is just aware enough to feel guilty that Neal died for nothing on top of it all if Raylan didn't make it somewhere safe. Hell, he should never have died for Negan in the first place, that's already sort of a fucking failure.

When everything goes blissfully black finally, Negan found himself hoping that would be it. He's so fucking tired.

But no, instead he wakes in a panic under an unfamiliar night sky with everything bathed in red. Looking around him, there's blood. His blood? It should be his blood, but he's pretty sure he's goddamn fine fine. Nothing hurts at least. It takes him longer than he cares to admit to find the will to climb to his feet and check properly though.

Part of him wants to stay there and freeze.

The bigger part of him can never do that, no matter how much he wants to stop.

"Goddammit, is this what Hell looks like?" Going pretty hardcore on the spooky vibe, if he does say so himself.

Somewhere in the distance, he hears a familiar voice yelling his name. Raylan--

Fuck, Neal. And how many others were caught in this shit?

That's enough to get him moving again at least.

man about town (OTA)

Well, Negan still isn't sure this shit isn't Hell or some freaky death induced hallucination while his corpse finishes pissing and shitting itself in its death throes. Either way, he can't say he doesn't deserve any of this, if this is some sort of eternal damnation situation. Maybe that's what all of Mathias is. A punishment of some kind for assholes. It doesn't track entirely when he's met plenty of seemingly decent people, but it's a working theory.

After breaking off from Neal and Raylan when he finds them, Negan heads out to search through some shit. 1306, but there's no sign of his other housemates or anything especially useful right in this moment. That's... good? Hopefully anyway. He's taking advantage of the new found clarity in this shitehole and searching whatever he can while he can.

He's also going to keep an eye out for any familiar faces he can. This is all fucked as all goddamn hell, but they're still in this together. They all split up too far without giving a shit about each other, they're just gonna die... again? Whatever.

it's hot in the city tonight (OTA)

Sure, why not a fire storm on top of everything else? Nothing else makes sense, so this might as well goddamn happen to all of them. Negan is near all the action when it starts, the fire almost an entity in its own right. He watches in amazement as it jumps from building to building, leaving some behind unscathed for reasons he can't even fathom or comprehend. It isn't until he realizes it seems like it's coming for people too that he snaps into action.

He can be less of a shit person and try to save someone else, get them out of the way.

Or maybe he'll fail at
even that and get swallowed up by flames before he can even so much as utter "Hey, you! Get the fuck out of the way!"

open and closed starters below!

A. The Long Goodbye - Death Narration

He's faced it many times before.

There were so many times in his life that he thought this is it. And every time, he's faced it directly. Before when he had no one but himself, there was not a lot to regret. There wasn't a lot to think about. Scarcely any emotion other than base anger or fear. But then again, that was his whole life back then, wasn't it? Maybe a faint impression or two about what Damien would think. If he would miss him. But Damien knew the risks. Hell, he was the one ordering him to do half this stuff anyway.

That changed when he met them. That changed when he had people again, people to protect, people that needed to be safe at all costs. There were no regrets either when it came to putting himself in danger. That was his job, that was what he did. The regrets came from other things. Maybe he should have told Parker about the worst thing he's ever done--maybe she'd miss him less if she hated him. Maybe he should have made Hardison one more steak, or sat down and watched one more Star Wars with him. (How many Star Wars were there now anyway? Like more than five, probably.) Or maybe he should have told them how much they meant to him every single. Day.

He knew that they knew but maybe they should have heard it from him, out loud, a little more. One more kindness, one more hug, one more meal.

He always thought he would die protecting them. He should have died protecting them.

Eliot knew that he wasn't gonna make it out of here. He could only hope that Daisy made it someplace safe, that Carter was gonna make it, that this wasn't in vain, that he could make this count for something.

Because when it came right down to it, his debt was gonna be repaid sooner or later. How many lives had he taken? How many check marks against his name? He's sent people to the reaper so many times. The reaper knew who he was.

It's just...he wishes this was something he could fight. Honestly he thought it would have been a bullet. Something like a shot to the back, something he couldn't fight. He was just human after all.

And whatever this was that was after them...definitely wasn't.

He could feel it, hear it, and it's not fair how terrified he is. It's like some fear that wasn't him, wasn't part of him grips his chest and messes with his actions, his reactions, his mind--he's prey and he's being chased.

He's getting tired.

He slips in the snow and picks himself up, and then something tears into his shoulder and he slips around, punching at it--expecting to see a sword or a knife or hell, even a bayonet of some kind--

--it's not anything. It's not anything he can describe or even see, it makes his mind, his existence hurt like a physical thing and he yells. He has to fight it, it burns in his eyes and he'd like to think he got a few good hits in but even then he knows--

--he knows he's not gettin' out of this.

Especially when that something tears into him. It's dull and sharp and hot at the same time, like knives--

--so many knives.

It's fast. He's thankful for that.

He's thankful even as he hits the now-steaming snow running red with his blood, pieces of him here and there and he hopes Daisy is all right and he hopes Carter is all right and he just--

--he wonders if Hardison and Parker will ever know why he went missing and he knows if there's any semblance of an afterlife he won't see them again because they're good and he's...not.

He hopes they're okay and he hopes--

B. The Rundown - OTA

He's mad.

Oh no, not that he's mad about being alive and--well, dead? Not-dead? What was that dumb cat's name again? No, he's pretty sure this is some kind of world of the dead, and they're all about to be punished horribly, but that doesn't mean he can't be pissed off about it.

He 'woke up' with a gasp, in a pool of his own blood and patting his face, his chest, expecting them to be ripped to shreds and they're not and it's just...it's like his mind doesn't want to accept it. It's like something in the back of his mind cracks, just a little, like a faint scream in the distance that won't quit.

He went for a walk to clear his head and now he's back and now the town's under attack by fire and he's just--well, he was pretty much expecting that.

Though he's not quite sure what's going to happen if it gets to them, he just knows it ain't good.

"This way!"

He waves over the nearest person he sees, maybe if they head upwind of this thing they'll have a chance.

C. The End - Closed to Neal

They don't have a chance.

This thing, this fire--it's ugly and it's moving in ways that are impossible. It's almost like it's chasing them--it is chasing them and how do you beat something like this?

How do you beat an invisible, impossible creature that rips you to shreds?

He's getting tired again. He's not sure how that's possible if you're dead or maybe it's just a mental thing. It's not like he ever prepared what to do if you were ripped to shreds and then had to deal with sentient fire. He considered himself prepped for every situation and is pretty good at figuring out plans on the fly but this was just a lot to deal with when he was still reeling from getting ripped apart.

He's got his back to the walls of a building and then he sees someone in the distance--

"Hey! That building's about to go!"

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QUESTIONS?

EXPLORATION

Neal Caffrey || Closed + Open || Graphic Depictions of Violence

Raylan Givens | Justified

daisy johnson | mcu

Negan | The Walking Dead