Justin Holdner
Justin sucked in a shaky breath, the bat loosening in his grip as he stared at the body that lay in front of him. He didn't know how long he stood there, yet the sensations he felt were undeniably real to him. There were not enough horror movies in the world that could make it as real looking as he saw now. With a crane of his neck, he finally shifted his gaze to his bat as the dark red viscous began to drip from it. Awkwardly, he crouched down attempting to smear off the blood onto the pavement. It's noises echoed softly around the public bathroom walls he was in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, covering his nose with a jacket sleeve now from the stench of the body. He began to stand, his brown eyes glancing around the room. Justin's reflection from the mirror stared back at him, a look of concern on his face. Strands of hair fell everywhere on Justin, no longer neatly kept. He exhaled slowly as he walked up to the sink in an attempt to tame his hair with some water. Once he had fixed it into a damp, yet decently kept mess, he cupped his hands under the water, taking a few good mouthfuls before exiting the bathroom.
His grip tightened on the bat as he had closed the door softly behind him, the breeze of welcoming fresh air hitting his face. You could see a great amount of the campground, as well as Taylor Pond. The various campers and trailers much farther down the paved road. It was void of human life, and everything felt still to him. Various pieces of trash were scattered around everywhere, it may as well have been a dump. With a slight grit of his teeth, he walked away from the campsite following the road which he knew would lead back to the main one. His footsteps were the only noises he heard, yet that didn't persuade him from loosening the grip on his weapon. His key to survival, that is. He wondered how his family was doing back in Ottawa...were they alright? Had they managed to escape in time? Justin bit the inside of his lip as he looked straight ahead, drawing a bit of blood. He shook his head slightly, knowing that thinking of such things would only upset him. Eventually after a while of walking, finally heading down the main road. A silence had grew upon him, walking for a while before he finally pulled out the Iphone from his pocket, texting.
"Are you guys alright? Answer me!! D:"
He pressed his lips together in a sort of frown, putting the Iphone back into his pocket. He hadn't heard from either of them for a few days now...it was most likely the phone battery, yet that still didn't make him feel any easier. Justin's gaze continued to follow along the road. There were hardly any cars in sight, and the ones he did on the road he would walk widely around them. It was barren, despite the few motionless bodies here and there...at least he didn't have to handle those himself. Justin didn't have a destination in mind. As long as he was farther from the city, that was alright with him. No fucking way was he heading back there. Justin unknowingly continued to walk towards Black Brook.
Justin sucked in a shaky breath, the bat loosening in his grip as he stared at the body that lay in front of him. He didn't know how long he stood there, yet the sensations he felt were undeniably real to him. There were not enough horror movies in the world that could make it as real looking as he saw now. With a crane of his neck, he finally shifted his gaze to his bat as the dark red viscous began to drip from it. Awkwardly, he crouched down attempting to smear off the blood onto the pavement. It's noises echoed softly around the public bathroom walls he was in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, covering his nose with a jacket sleeve now from the stench of the body. He began to stand, his brown eyes glancing around the room. Justin's reflection from the mirror stared back at him, a look of concern on his face. Strands of hair fell everywhere on Justin, no longer neatly kept. He exhaled slowly as he walked up to the sink in an attempt to tame his hair with some water. Once he had fixed it into a damp, yet decently kept mess, he cupped his hands under the water, taking a few good mouthfuls before exiting the bathroom.
His grip tightened on the bat as he had closed the door softly behind him, the breeze of welcoming fresh air hitting his face. You could see a great amount of the campground, as well as Taylor Pond. The various campers and trailers much farther down the paved road. It was void of human life, and everything felt still to him. Various pieces of trash were scattered around everywhere, it may as well have been a dump. With a slight grit of his teeth, he walked away from the campsite following the road which he knew would lead back to the main one. His footsteps were the only noises he heard, yet that didn't persuade him from loosening the grip on his weapon. His key to survival, that is. He wondered how his family was doing back in Ottawa...were they alright? Had they managed to escape in time? Justin bit the inside of his lip as he looked straight ahead, drawing a bit of blood. He shook his head slightly, knowing that thinking of such things would only upset him. Eventually after a while of walking, finally heading down the main road. A silence had grew upon him, walking for a while before he finally pulled out the Iphone from his pocket, texting.
"Are you guys alright? Answer me!! D:"
He pressed his lips together in a sort of frown, putting the Iphone back into his pocket. He hadn't heard from either of them for a few days now...it was most likely the phone battery, yet that still didn't make him feel any easier. Justin's gaze continued to follow along the road. There were hardly any cars in sight, and the ones he did on the road he would walk widely around them. It was barren, despite the few motionless bodies here and there...at least he didn't have to handle those himself. Justin didn't have a destination in mind. As long as he was farther from the city, that was alright with him. No fucking way was he heading back there. Justin unknowingly continued to walk towards Black Brook.
