Mist filled Jessie's vision as he tried to look around. All he could see was white, white tables, white chairs, white walls. He tried to yell, but his lips were sealed. The misty substance finally settled on the ground. He seemed to be in a large, almost empty room, the exception being a few desks sprawled about with chairs scattered beside them. With a closer look, shattered glass was layer across the floor, tinted from the fog.
Finally, his eyes laid to rest on the large table in the back of the room he did not see before, like it had appeared from nowhere. Two humanoid figures, almost as white as the entire room, walked in from behind Jessie and to the back table. They did not have any eyes, hair, mouth, or texture, and they cast no shadow. He slowly came with them, careful not to step on the glass littered across the floor. Laying his eyes upon the table, he searched for something, like he expected answers from this. It was empty, just like any other.
Then, one of the figures set a box down on the table, paying Jessie no mind. The other one simply tapped the box it. Just like that, the moment they pressed, a keypad appeared on the front. Inserting a code, the box popped open, with the same misty substance as before flowing from it. Even after it was fully open, it kept flowing. Reaching out into the misty substance, his hand dug through. As soon as his arm touched something solid, he woke up.
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Breathing heavily, Jessie lurched from his covers. The color was back. He was ok. He was awake. He was in his bed, in his room, in his home, in his city. Spores were outside and trying to infest him... And Kat. Kat. She was here too. They were ok. They were surviving.
After calming down, Jessie slid out of his bed and through the door to his room. The first thing he was greeted by was the living room, carpeted in a deep tan with the coffee table in the middle. Green couches lined the sides, a bit rugged. An infinitely off fan sat still due to the loss of power. Moving on to the kitchen, he heard the buzzing radio, the same as he left it. White tile decorated the floor with the same color walls. Cabinets were filled with paper plates and solo cups, as he couldn't wash any dishes without the water. Finally, there was Kat's room. She didn't like people in there.
"Kat, I'm going out again!" Jessie yelled, walking towards the door. He needed a walk, even with giant intelligent mushrooms outside trying to kill him. Behind him, the door slammed open. A half-awake Kat stumbled out before correcting her balance. "I haven't been outside in a while, I'm coming..." Kat replied before yawning, grabbing her crowbar off the table. Jessie gave a thumbs-up before unhinging his crossbow and tossing a walkie-talkie to Kat. She perfectly caught it before grabbing the radio and sliding it into a backpack, which the put over her shoulder.
Quickly opening the heavy door, Jessie and Kat scanned the area. Other than a single corpse against a nearby wall and a pile of them in a corner, there was nothing of interest. The survivors left the safety of their house on a quest to do something.
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"When I said 'I need to go outside', this is NOT what I meant!" Kat yelled, tugging the crowbar out of the head of a nearby Spore. The two had happened to run across the biggest group of these things that had ever walked... Well, stumbled across the face of the city. The two turned on their heels and ran. The matted mycelium netted across the crowd of the things, tugging them into one giant ball of horrible-smelling corpses and doom.
Jessie turned around once they were a substantial distance away and loaded his crossbow. He popped the trigger and let it fly. The bolt dug itself into the eye of one of them into the front, letting it collapse, dead. Well, it was already half-dead, but now the fungus was dead. A few more bolts were put into the horde before they began to run once again.
Finally, his eyes laid to rest on the large table in the back of the room he did not see before, like it had appeared from nowhere. Two humanoid figures, almost as white as the entire room, walked in from behind Jessie and to the back table. They did not have any eyes, hair, mouth, or texture, and they cast no shadow. He slowly came with them, careful not to step on the glass littered across the floor. Laying his eyes upon the table, he searched for something, like he expected answers from this. It was empty, just like any other.
Then, one of the figures set a box down on the table, paying Jessie no mind. The other one simply tapped the box it. Just like that, the moment they pressed, a keypad appeared on the front. Inserting a code, the box popped open, with the same misty substance as before flowing from it. Even after it was fully open, it kept flowing. Reaching out into the misty substance, his hand dug through. As soon as his arm touched something solid, he woke up.
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Breathing heavily, Jessie lurched from his covers. The color was back. He was ok. He was awake. He was in his bed, in his room, in his home, in his city. Spores were outside and trying to infest him... And Kat. Kat. She was here too. They were ok. They were surviving.
After calming down, Jessie slid out of his bed and through the door to his room. The first thing he was greeted by was the living room, carpeted in a deep tan with the coffee table in the middle. Green couches lined the sides, a bit rugged. An infinitely off fan sat still due to the loss of power. Moving on to the kitchen, he heard the buzzing radio, the same as he left it. White tile decorated the floor with the same color walls. Cabinets were filled with paper plates and solo cups, as he couldn't wash any dishes without the water. Finally, there was Kat's room. She didn't like people in there.
"Kat, I'm going out again!" Jessie yelled, walking towards the door. He needed a walk, even with giant intelligent mushrooms outside trying to kill him. Behind him, the door slammed open. A half-awake Kat stumbled out before correcting her balance. "I haven't been outside in a while, I'm coming..." Kat replied before yawning, grabbing her crowbar off the table. Jessie gave a thumbs-up before unhinging his crossbow and tossing a walkie-talkie to Kat. She perfectly caught it before grabbing the radio and sliding it into a backpack, which the put over her shoulder.
Quickly opening the heavy door, Jessie and Kat scanned the area. Other than a single corpse against a nearby wall and a pile of them in a corner, there was nothing of interest. The survivors left the safety of their house on a quest to do something.
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"When I said 'I need to go outside', this is NOT what I meant!" Kat yelled, tugging the crowbar out of the head of a nearby Spore. The two had happened to run across the biggest group of these things that had ever walked... Well, stumbled across the face of the city. The two turned on their heels and ran. The matted mycelium netted across the crowd of the things, tugging them into one giant ball of horrible-smelling corpses and doom.
Jessie turned around once they were a substantial distance away and loaded his crossbow. He popped the trigger and let it fly. The bolt dug itself into the eye of one of them into the front, letting it collapse, dead. Well, it was already half-dead, but now the fungus was dead. A few more bolts were put into the horde before they began to run once again.