I could use some help.
[Sam is sitting on the floor, and he looks distressed as the feed starts. A little lost, perhaps, and it's clear that whatever is going to come out of his mouth isn't good news.
The fact that there's smears of blood on his clothes don't help matters. Though the vast majority of whatever gruesome scene he's found is left out of the frame, likely on purpose, there's a body laying nearby, bloodied, shredded clothes draped haphazardly across what is barely recognizable as anything previously alive. It's as if he pulled her there to check if she was still alive and then things just started to...fall apart.
He's no stranger to death, but this is particularly brutal, made worse by the fact that he considered her a friend.
A chalkboard lays nearby, and though something is written on it, from this angle it's nearly impossible to read.]
It's Seraphim.
[The words choke in his throat a bit. He didn't know her well, but they'd talked, and he knew people who were close to her.]
I'm not sure exactly how long she's been like this but...I think this happened before we woke up. During the jump.
[Though not in any advanced states of decay, the blood is still long dry. He swallows, his throat rough as he reaches for the chalkboard, lifting it up so that it fills the scream.]
She left us a message.
[It reads, "It's out there and it wants us alone, we can't be alone."]
[Sam is sitting on the floor, and he looks distressed as the feed starts. A little lost, perhaps, and it's clear that whatever is going to come out of his mouth isn't good news.
The fact that there's smears of blood on his clothes don't help matters. Though the vast majority of whatever gruesome scene he's found is left out of the frame, likely on purpose, there's a body laying nearby, bloodied, shredded clothes draped haphazardly across what is barely recognizable as anything previously alive. It's as if he pulled her there to check if she was still alive and then things just started to...fall apart.
He's no stranger to death, but this is particularly brutal, made worse by the fact that he considered her a friend.
A chalkboard lays nearby, and though something is written on it, from this angle it's nearly impossible to read.]
It's Seraphim.
[The words choke in his throat a bit. He didn't know her well, but they'd talked, and he knew people who were close to her.]
I'm not sure exactly how long she's been like this but...I think this happened before we woke up. During the jump.
[Though not in any advanced states of decay, the blood is still long dry. He swallows, his throat rough as he reaches for the chalkboard, lifting it up so that it fills the scream.]
She left us a message.
[It reads, "It's out there and it wants us alone, we can't be alone."]
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