[ She shouldn't have separated from her. That was a big mistake on her behalf; for all she knows, the other girl is already gone and off into the next big thing. She hopes so, at least. Before she can over analyze it, she feels a tiny hand at the heel of her boot, and she jumps. The giggle, however, gives her hope that there's at least one little survivor here. ]
Oh, thank goodness! [ She sounds so relieved as she quickly looks down, smiling a little as she expects to see a child. And she does see a child... a hand, at least. But it's not normal. It's bloated and water logged and the skin looks like it's going to just slough off at any moment.
This is a child, but it is not a living child. Amy gasps and staggers backwards, her chest tightening with a mixture of emotions; sadness, shock, disgust, and fear. She's trying not to let that last one take hold, but she finds herself backing away from the small, blueish hand that continues to pat around where her foot had once been, before it suddenly stops, and then slowly, eerily pulls itself back down into the floorboards.
Her back hits something solid; the door that had slammed shut on Surge just minutes ago. ]
Gotta get off this island... gotta go right now...
[ Her hand reaches for the doorknob, and she twists; but it's locked. It hadn't been shut or locked when she'd been in here previously, had Surge done that? She twists the knob again, and then shakes the door. ]
Hey! Hey, if you're in there, you need to come out! We're in trouble here, we have to go!
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[ She shouldn't have separated from her. That was a big mistake on her behalf; for all she knows, the other girl is already gone and off into the next big thing. She hopes so, at least. Before she can over analyze it, she feels a tiny hand at the heel of her boot, and she jumps. The giggle, however, gives her hope that there's at least one little survivor here. ]
Oh, thank goodness! [ She sounds so relieved as she quickly looks down, smiling a little as she expects to see a child. And she does see a child... a hand, at least. But it's not normal. It's bloated and water logged and the skin looks like it's going to just slough off at any moment.
This is a child, but it is not a living child. Amy gasps and staggers backwards, her chest tightening with a mixture of emotions; sadness, shock, disgust, and fear. She's trying not to let that last one take hold, but she finds herself backing away from the small, blueish hand that continues to pat around where her foot had once been, before it suddenly stops, and then slowly, eerily pulls itself back down into the floorboards.
Her back hits something solid; the door that had slammed shut on Surge just minutes ago. ]
Gotta get off this island... gotta go right now...
[ Her hand reaches for the doorknob, and she twists; but it's locked. It hadn't been shut or locked when she'd been in here previously, had Surge done that? She twists the knob again, and then shakes the door. ]
Hey! Hey, if you're in there, you need to come out! We're in trouble here, we have to go!