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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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He doesn't lessen his grip. )
Don't worry. You won't die; we're already dead. It's kind of like back home for me, no? I could try and try but you would never die so all we can do is make sure it hurts.
How do you feel?
( Like Spain's going to let him answer. Oh, Holden, Critter told Spain that rabbits and wolves were just roles. At the end the end of the day, Spain is a nation and a nation is just a different type of wolf.
His expression changes from downright murderous to annoyed as Prussia keeps pulling on him. A second later, he glares down at Holden, amused but cold, )
Ah... ( He'll pull Holden up and lean a little closer, ) Watch what you say from now on, dog.
( And he'll push Holden back down onto the ground and get up. )
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Oh no, Spain, stop, what are you doing, he's just a teenager, forgiveness is divine, it's not his fault he was a hunter.
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( England you're so hard to please. )
I don't care what side he was on. It's his fault I'm stuck in this Hell with you sooner rather than later.
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1/2
( Whoops, he doesn't mean to sound so cruel talking about Ukraine and Lithuania but he's just not in the mood right now. Oh, but speaking of, that reminds Spain!!! )
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Guess who the last nation standing was, Inglaterra.
( A J A J A J A J A J A )
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Oh, belt up! You only managed to last this long because you were a useless prey who contributed nothing so we never needed to kill you for being a threat!
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I offered but he didn't want to wait anymore.