Gurdjieff
First Post
1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion
No... This... this can't be.... Those... things... here...
Maria is standing with one leg out of the car, one still inside the vehicle, and she's keeping this position for a few seconds. She freezes up, staring out the car, into the darkness, where these morbid creatures are running around.
"It's...." Maria tries to say, but her words won't leave her mouth. "A...An...Anders" she finally brings out rather softly, prodding the sarge next to her.
For a second, Maria feels comforted by the presence of Anders, knowing he's still there. Michael and Isaac are still working on the trunk, when finally Isaac calls out that he found the gun, Maria shakes her head and gets back to the "real world" or wherever they are now.
She grasps Anders' arm, pulling him to her side of the car, poiting to the red dots. "Trap" she yells. "It's a f*cking trap!"
Her hands embrace the wooden tableleg again, as Maria is readying herself, both physically as well as mentally.
Clairemont Mansion
No... This... this can't be.... Those... things... here...
Maria is standing with one leg out of the car, one still inside the vehicle, and she's keeping this position for a few seconds. She freezes up, staring out the car, into the darkness, where these morbid creatures are running around.
"It's...." Maria tries to say, but her words won't leave her mouth. "A...An...Anders" she finally brings out rather softly, prodding the sarge next to her.
For a second, Maria feels comforted by the presence of Anders, knowing he's still there. Michael and Isaac are still working on the trunk, when finally Isaac calls out that he found the gun, Maria shakes her head and gets back to the "real world" or wherever they are now.
She grasps Anders' arm, pulling him to her side of the car, poiting to the red dots. "Trap" she yells. "It's a f*cking trap!"
Her hands embrace the wooden tableleg again, as Maria is readying herself, both physically as well as mentally.