15 | Ryker's Dream- Physical
As Ryker walked down the hall away from everyone, he couldn't help but feel a sense of calmness wash over him the further down the hall he went, it made him curious so he kept going of course.
He heard DJ call out his name, causing him to look behind him, and that was when a wave of nausea hit him, hard. Ryker doubled over, feeling as though he was about to throw up. He took a deep breath, standing back up straight, his hand clutching his stomach. When he looked up, the others had disappeared. His hands began to shake as he pulled out his dagger, stumbling back towards the direction he had come from.
The whole atmosphere of the building changed. It was more heavy, harder to breathe. Something didn't feel right, and Ryker was determined to figure out why.
Ryker was... not having a great time. He was being chased by tons of monsters throughout the forest of the camp. Somehow he had found himself there and he didn't question it because he just kept running... well... hobbling for his life.
Suddenly, he fell over, face first into the ground. Ryker scrambled to roll to his back so he could see those about to kill him. However, turning back, he saw DJ instead.
He was well... being torn apart by the hellhound... Ryker was instantly filled with the feeling of emptiness... and rage. He pushed himself up to his feet and started to run towards where this was happening. He was shoved to the side by another one, and into a tree hard. Ryker's vision went black.
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When Ryker came back to his senses, he was outside of a house. It was night and there was some music coming from the house. He looked down at his clothing and blinked a few times.
this isn't right.
He looked around a little before heading into the house. There seemed to be a party going on. The feeling in the room was heavy, weighing on Ryker's chest. There was someone here that wasn't supposed to be... the feeling sat uneasy in his stomach.
Someone offered Ryker a drink, in which he pushed away, continuing to walk through the house.