03-21-2021, 07:42 PM
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"I'm gonna be so late fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" Hunnain quickly jumped up from her bed and grabbed her work uniform, she had a session booked for 8 o'clock and although she woke up before that; getting 'ready' takes alot of time.
She walked outside and jumped into her car whilst tweaking the car mirror to face her direction, noticing a patch of her white foundation didn't cover a part of her contrasting darker brown skin and quickly blended it in with her finger.
Stomping down onto the acceleration pedal she sped down the street opening her GPS to the location whilst trying to keep her eyes on the road and not get into a car accident. On the way to the house she noticed there wasn't as much traffic as the usual morning rush hour she knows all too well, it felt abandoned, almost forgotten.
But being an optimist was her specialty, and it's in her job description to keep a happy atmosphere no matter where she was. So, that's what she'll do.
Finally arriving at her location she adjusted her appearance and grew a smile on her face, she walked up to the front door and spotted multiple rainbow coloured balloons taped to the door as she pressed the doorbell button.
Ding dong, ding dong.
No answer.
"Hm," she thought, "have they overslept too?" The door creaked open revealing party streamers hung up on the walls and a hallway leading up to the dining table with a blue, car themed birthday cake laying beside plates of food like pizza, burgers and fries, just the usual junk you would eat on your birthday. Only difference was it was all cold and untouched, "Damn the door was wide open, someone could have easily got in but, am I a bit later than I thought?"
She walked into the house and glanced around the hallway, pictures of the family she assumed were the people she was supposed to be seeing speckled all over the walls, some of them next to famous monuments like the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower, and even the pyramids of Giza.
Blood.
She looked down to see a large puddle of red blood on the hardwood floor, still wet. Luckily, Hunnain wasn't the squeamish type and only thought about where the source of this blood is, and if they're still breathing. She then looked up to see a large patch of the ceiling had been removed, bits of broken concrete fell ever so often and from the bizarre placement of the hole, it seemed like a human was not the cause of this.
Starting to feel concerned she ran out the house, started her car up again and drove down to the nearest petrol station. Although it was clearly empty she shouted out: "Uh hello? Is anyone alive around here? Or was there some emergency lockdown I wasn't informed about?"
Droplets of sweat rolled down her face, being this alone was not something she was particularly fond of, and honestly, who would be in this situation?
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.
From the distance she could hear the noise of something approaching her. Not the quietest either, someone with heavy prosthetic legs maybe? Still, it could be someone else who was actually alive in the petrol station hellhole.
Rushing outside she looked up to see a large spherical monster towering over her on its spindly metallic legs with holes in its body presumably used like gills for breathing and a long tentacle on the top of the body-like shape spun around to see her with a large eyeball attached to the tip, staring through her soul with a line going straight across it, only for the eyeball itself to open and reveal dozens of rows of laser sharp teeth and a river of drool exit its mouth in a sort of hunger, a thirst.
(it's a beautiful da- dayuuuum look at my fucking foreheaaaad- fuck, that motherfucker gon troll go gago)
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"I'm gonna be so late fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-" Hunnain quickly jumped up from her bed and grabbed her work uniform, she had a session booked for 8 o'clock and although she woke up before that; getting 'ready' takes alot of time.
She walked outside and jumped into her car whilst tweaking the car mirror to face her direction, noticing a patch of her white foundation didn't cover a part of her contrasting darker brown skin and quickly blended it in with her finger.
Stomping down onto the acceleration pedal she sped down the street opening her GPS to the location whilst trying to keep her eyes on the road and not get into a car accident. On the way to the house she noticed there wasn't as much traffic as the usual morning rush hour she knows all too well, it felt abandoned, almost forgotten.
But being an optimist was her specialty, and it's in her job description to keep a happy atmosphere no matter where she was. So, that's what she'll do.
Finally arriving at her location she adjusted her appearance and grew a smile on her face, she walked up to the front door and spotted multiple rainbow coloured balloons taped to the door as she pressed the doorbell button.
Ding dong, ding dong.
No answer.
"Hm," she thought, "have they overslept too?" The door creaked open revealing party streamers hung up on the walls and a hallway leading up to the dining table with a blue, car themed birthday cake laying beside plates of food like pizza, burgers and fries, just the usual junk you would eat on your birthday. Only difference was it was all cold and untouched, "Damn the door was wide open, someone could have easily got in but, am I a bit later than I thought?"
She walked into the house and glanced around the hallway, pictures of the family she assumed were the people she was supposed to be seeing speckled all over the walls, some of them next to famous monuments like the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower, and even the pyramids of Giza.
Blood.
She looked down to see a large puddle of red blood on the hardwood floor, still wet. Luckily, Hunnain wasn't the squeamish type and only thought about where the source of this blood is, and if they're still breathing. She then looked up to see a large patch of the ceiling had been removed, bits of broken concrete fell ever so often and from the bizarre placement of the hole, it seemed like a human was not the cause of this.
Starting to feel concerned she ran out the house, started her car up again and drove down to the nearest petrol station. Although it was clearly empty she shouted out: "Uh hello? Is anyone alive around here? Or was there some emergency lockdown I wasn't informed about?"
Droplets of sweat rolled down her face, being this alone was not something she was particularly fond of, and honestly, who would be in this situation?
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.
From the distance she could hear the noise of something approaching her. Not the quietest either, someone with heavy prosthetic legs maybe? Still, it could be someone else who was actually alive in the petrol station hellhole.
Rushing outside she looked up to see a large spherical monster towering over her on its spindly metallic legs with holes in its body presumably used like gills for breathing and a long tentacle on the top of the body-like shape spun around to see her with a large eyeball attached to the tip, staring through her soul with a line going straight across it, only for the eyeball itself to open and reveal dozens of rows of laser sharp teeth and a river of drool exit its mouth in a sort of hunger, a thirst.
(it's a beautiful da- dayuuuum look at my fucking foreheaaaad- fuck, that motherfucker gon troll go gago)