Lay me down on a bed of roses

[indirectcause]

Who: Ben and YOU!
What: Arriving in Paradisa
When: 28th
Where: Lobby
Rating: PG13 kid has a mouth. Here be your spoiler warning for the game.


[Ben had never really thought much about how fast it takes for a bullet to do its work. Not until he needed it to, anyway. He'd heard the shot, but after that, nothing. It went fast, really fast. There was a vague feeling of gratitude as Kenny pulled the trigger, giving him a mercy he knew he didn't deserve from the man. He'd surrendered to the blackness willingly, no longer a burden to the ever smaller mish-mash of humanity that was their group.

The blackness doesn't last, and that's when he appears on the floor of the lobby of Paradisa, his letterman jacket covered in blood. His blood. Walker's blood. It's a mix, really. He takes in a panicked gasp, scrabbling at the floor and looking around in sheer panic. The alleyway is gone. The walkers are gone. So are Kenny and Lee. ...The pain too.

He glances down at his stomach, the metal that had been sticking out there, a final, horrible promise that he wasn't getting out of that alley is missing. His hand automatically goes to his head, his hair matted with blood (definitely all his own this time) but no hole. Did Kenny miss? He couldn't have. He brings his hand back down to stare at the blood for a moment, before turning to glance around him again, looking for any signs of life.

He's definitely not in Georgia any more]

What the fuck is going on?

Comments

[bronwe]

Yes. Clementine.

[indirectcause]

[Well congrats, Frodo, you have earned Ben Friendship Points for caring about Clementine. He smiles]

I already know her, we're from the same world. The same group, even.

[That means she's here. She's not at home, in that hell. She's SAFE]

[bronwe]

You know her--? [ His eyes widen at him. That is, widen even more than physically possible. Yes. ]

She has told me of the Walkers. I am glad you are here, at least for the while.

[indirectcause]

[Wow, Frodo, how do your eyes even do that? Your skull shouldn't be able to take it. There's some relief in him, as he realises the guy already knows what Walkers are. That makes it easier]

Yeah, so am I. Anywhere is better than being stuck in the same place as them.

[Of course, going back for him now would be nothing. He wouldn't even go back to reanimate, Kenny saw to that. This really, truly is it for him, and it's a prospect that's starting to settle uneasily in the back of his mind]

[bronwe]

[ Because Elijah Wood. ]

Some are distraught to find themselves here but, I suppose, congratulations to you.

[indirectcause]

I don't think it's much to congratulate me on. I didn't choose to come here.

[bronwe]

No, I suppose-- [ he didn't choose to come here either, so it isn't his fault either, right? ]

But you are taking the change well. Enough.

[indirectcause]

[Ben gives a soft shrug]

I've had to learn to think on my feet. Besides, this is the first breather I've had in...a while. It's good just to stop and rest for a while, even if it's in some crazy ass magical castle.

[bronwe]

[ He nods slowly. That was how he felt too, but now the memory of danger seems so far away. ]

One day, after some time, you might wonder if it was all only a bad dream.

[indirectcause]

A really bad dream. [He glances down to his bloodied jacket. He wonders if there will be scars there. A permanent reminder of what happened to him]

[bronwe]

[ His gaze travels down to the shirt too. ]

You can ask the castle for new clothes.

[indirectcause]

...Right the wishing thing.

Maybe I could just clean it up. [Fix the GIANT GAPING HOLE in it] I- it means a lot to me.