[log] we're not gonna make it [closed]

[majorlazer]

Characters: House, Steph, Zach
Location NN5 - Building 203
Date: Morning 181
Summary: The aftermath of murder night
Warnings: Will add as necessary! Will discuss murder and eyeless kids.


203: A rather boring apartment, but maybe that's a relief. It has a living room, attached kitchen, two small bedrooms, and a bathroom. The whole thing is sparsely decorated, but there's a whole wall of the kitchen plastered in silly children's drawings. None are of particular note except that there are a lot of colors and it looks like some were traced from picture books. Rocket ships, motorcycles, and hot rods have been added to the drawings in gel pen.

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Morning 181 [for Steph]

[majorlazer]

[Morning comes with even less sleep than usual, and a feeling of absolute dread when Zach comes to, feeling gross with sweat and a dizzying headache. The first thing he does is rush outside, and retch by the side of the house, throwing up bile more than anything else.

When he comes back indoors, all he can do is crawl to Steph, not daring to touch her as he looks on at her, feeling tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.]

What the fuck did we do?

House > Steph > Zach?

[rubikscomplex]

[House wakes with a gasp in the other bedroom. Panicked, the doctor claws his scarf from his throat and sucks down air in giant gulps as he feels for damage, feels for bruises that aren't there.

He hears movement in the rest of the apartment and goes perfectly still. The others are here. His scalpel? His scalpel is here, even though he dropped it in the tunnels with Al. House knew it was gone the moment he'd let it slip from his fingers. But now he's here. He's here and Steph and Zach are, too.

Reset. Game over. Try again?

It's cold again, frigidly so, but House pulls he hand mirror from his pack, hands shaking. His eyes are still glowing. Fuck.

Zach and Steph aren't after him, yet, which means they're not actually still murderous or they don't know he's here. House isn't banking on the not still murderous thing, so he pulls his pack on as quietly as possible. The wooden croquet mallet stays out in his hands.

House creeps as quietly as he can out of the room. It's past the point of lockdown ending, so hopefully, he can get out and just run again. This time, he'll hide better.]