Walking Dead. Open Roleplay.
His head was throbbing, a pulsing headache radiating from the back of his skull. Even the horrid stench couldn’t distract him from the pain, but still Matt didn’t open his eyes. He just lay there, waiting for the pain to subside.
He tried to roll over, assume the fetal position, but the weight on top of him was immense. He tried to pull his arms to his face, but they were pinned down as well. Slowly, he opened his eyes and met the terrified gaze of another pair of eyes, just inches from his own.
He screamed, but the terrified eyes did not move. They didn’t even flutter. Matt turned his head as the terror grew rapidly in his stomach. More eyes, wide and terrified and…. dead. Another scream.
There were bodies all around him, dead bodies. He wiggled and squirmed until his arms were free. He pushed himself to his feet and ran to the wall, pressing his back against it’s cool surface. There were dozens of bodies stacked up around him. Limbs were missing, entrails exposed, and thick blood pooling on the floor.
‘How did I get here?’ Matt whispered. He scanned the room, searching for escape. A door. A single door on the opposite side of the room. He ran to it, yanking at the handle. Locked, of course. Just fucking lucky. He banged furiously on the door then attempted to pick the lock.