July 14, 2010
Episode 35 Awaken to the New World
12:56 AM | 
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pcbutler |
Catherine rubbed her eyes as she woke. The room was bright but her vision was blurred.
"hmmm.. What happened? Joseph?..."
She grabbed her head. A dull thud kept repeating in her ears, like approaching thunder. She closed her eyes tight then opened them again in an attempt to clear her vision. She was in the bed, the blankets covered her haphazardly and were partially ripped and rotted.
"Were they like that when we got here?" she thought, unsure of herself still.
She stood up and started to walk to a water bowl that was across from her. As she walked, she tripped slightly. Looking back, she saw that there was a large area of floorboards that had half-softened with decay.
Ignoring that for the time being, she washed her face and looked into an adjacent mirror. Everything seemed okay. But she felt...
"..lighter. I think that's how I feel. What did he do last night... and where is he now?"
There was a faint tapping coming from the door. Panic embraced her and she glaced around, picked up a dagger that Joseph must have left behind and held it tight to her side, fearing whoever it was on the other side of the door. As she stepped cautiously, the door knob turned and the door opened slowly. Heavy fingers wrapped around the edge of the door.
The fear now rising to her skin she quickly lashed out and caught the tip of one of the fingers. A low muffled yelp came from the hallway as the door burst open and Coltan stepped in to the room, sucking on his index finger.
"WUF DE HELL WAF DAT FUR?!"
Catherine dropped the dagger and pulled Coltan in towards the wash basin.
"Oh ...I am.. I am so sorry, Coltan. I...I didn't know it was you!"
Catherine quickly rinsed and washed his wound.
"That's...ow...okay...ow ow, watch it, ow... I'll be fine...ouch." Coltan tried to pull his hand away as she was causing more pain trying to help than the wound itself, but she had become very strong overnight.
"Hmmm, looks like it worked."
Catherine looked up at Coltan. "Looks like what worked?"
Catherine released her grip and he managed to rescue his hand.
"Hm? Oh.. nothing, nothing......" He held up his hand. "My hand..see.. all better... no blood."
He dried his hands with a towel that was under the wash table and thought to himself, "Well what do I do with her now?"
"hmmm.. What happened? Joseph?..."
She grabbed her head. A dull thud kept repeating in her ears, like approaching thunder. She closed her eyes tight then opened them again in an attempt to clear her vision. She was in the bed, the blankets covered her haphazardly and were partially ripped and rotted.
"Were they like that when we got here?" she thought, unsure of herself still.
She stood up and started to walk to a water bowl that was across from her. As she walked, she tripped slightly. Looking back, she saw that there was a large area of floorboards that had half-softened with decay.
Ignoring that for the time being, she washed her face and looked into an adjacent mirror. Everything seemed okay. But she felt...
"..lighter. I think that's how I feel. What did he do last night... and where is he now?"
There was a faint tapping coming from the door. Panic embraced her and she glaced around, picked up a dagger that Joseph must have left behind and held it tight to her side, fearing whoever it was on the other side of the door. As she stepped cautiously, the door knob turned and the door opened slowly. Heavy fingers wrapped around the edge of the door.
The fear now rising to her skin she quickly lashed out and caught the tip of one of the fingers. A low muffled yelp came from the hallway as the door burst open and Coltan stepped in to the room, sucking on his index finger.
"WUF DE HELL WAF DAT FUR?!"
Catherine dropped the dagger and pulled Coltan in towards the wash basin.
"Oh ...I am.. I am so sorry, Coltan. I...I didn't know it was you!"
Catherine quickly rinsed and washed his wound.
"That's...ow...okay...ow ow, watch it, ow... I'll be fine...ouch." Coltan tried to pull his hand away as she was causing more pain trying to help than the wound itself, but she had become very strong overnight.
"Hmmm, looks like it worked."
Catherine looked up at Coltan. "Looks like what worked?"
Catherine released her grip and he managed to rescue his hand.
"Hm? Oh.. nothing, nothing......" He held up his hand. "My hand..see.. all better... no blood."
He dried his hands with a towel that was under the wash table and thought to himself, "Well what do I do with her now?"
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