graveyard part 4

[gamehead]

hunter's game the graveyard 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.

Comments

[notyetlost]

What was the promise?

[Poland feels entitled to knowing, given how his best friend died over Spain trying to keep it.]

[pasodoble]

( Given how the wolves seem to feel about Charles, Spain can only smile sheepishly as he speaks, )

To watch Charles until his time was up.

[notyetlost]

[Poland pales, swallowing thickly. He fixates his eyes on a spot on the floor, bunching the fabric of his sweater in his remaining fist.]

...That's the reason why I'll never see Liet again.

So you could babysit some... stranger. Who was already dying?

[pasodoble]

So a child wouldn't die alone.

( A gentle correction. )

1/2

[notyetlost]

[Poland doesn't need to point out how futile that promise ended up being in the end.]

...

2/2

[notyetlost]

Did he say anything to you... before he. You know.

[pasodoble]

( He tries to think. Honestly, there wasn't anything else. No dramatic, final parting words. No message to take to the afterlife... They didn't plan for anything like this to happen. )

... "Good luck."

( And he sounds sorry that he doesn't have anything else to say. )

[notyetlost]

[ . . . ]

Okay. Well um. Your friend will probably be arriving soon or whatever so um--

[Poland chokes, trying to keep down tears.]

So y-you should. You should p-probably just go and deal with that, right? So he's not alone.