1st Floor - Organ Hall
Clairemont Mansion
Jacqueline could almost smell the putridness of the creature that filled her vision, aggressively clamped against the blonde woman. Her eyes followed the stiff bristles of brown hair that covered the creature's body, the small black beady eyes of death that seemed even now to be staring straight at her... Even now, after fighting zombies and collecting demolition supplies in a freaking mansion, it was hard for her brain to parse the heaving, eight-legged mass before her. Was it even scientifically impossible, that such a creature could exist? But obviously it was, because the thing sucking the life out of Brogart was not some hallucination brought on by her zombie wounds: others were reacting to it as well.
Her body feels sluggish and it seems that she can't decide what to do... until Anders' voice grounds her back to the now, to the situation that was unfolding before them in all its gory detail.
She jumped for a moment, threw a look over her shoulder at the door he was talking about it, and sprinted towards it, intent on closing it. Then she planned on turning back to help with the spider, gripping the candlestick tighter as she thought of using it on those huge hairy fangs.
Clairemont Mansion
Jacqueline could almost smell the putridness of the creature that filled her vision, aggressively clamped against the blonde woman. Her eyes followed the stiff bristles of brown hair that covered the creature's body, the small black beady eyes of death that seemed even now to be staring straight at her... Even now, after fighting zombies and collecting demolition supplies in a freaking mansion, it was hard for her brain to parse the heaving, eight-legged mass before her. Was it even scientifically impossible, that such a creature could exist? But obviously it was, because the thing sucking the life out of Brogart was not some hallucination brought on by her zombie wounds: others were reacting to it as well.
Her body feels sluggish and it seems that she can't decide what to do... until Anders' voice grounds her back to the now, to the situation that was unfolding before them in all its gory detail.
She jumped for a moment, threw a look over her shoulder at the door he was talking about it, and sprinted towards it, intent on closing it. Then she planned on turning back to help with the spider, gripping the candlestick tighter as she thought of using it on those huge hairy fangs.
