Adelaide Miller's Entry

Gore Warning!! - This is all fictional.

I wrote this in the span of around 20 minutes so don't mind me or my grammatical inconsitencies I'm just having a little fun killing off some of my ocs :3

A pungent odour crept from the corridor, alone it bit at their senses and distorted their vision in it's gaseous state, alone it caressed their spines and let shallow, cold tingles twist down into their skin and further to their shins, silently screaming at them to leave, to run, to escape.

Alone was not a position anyone intended to be in; they all bit back at their reflexes and synchronically trudged closer to the stench. Addie was a breath away from the door, a step ahead of Kristina with Jordan following suit behind. A lick away from the answers they wanted, needed even, a lick away from the justice of knowing what had happened to Becca.

Before she could place her hand against the wooden surface, feeling the imperfect grooves of the worn down door, the flaking white paint that would have greeted her palm possessing only a brief moment of futile resistance before tensing up against the solidity of her pressed fingers, a shell-shocking bang quaked the earth, the tiles and the chipped floorboards.

A shell-shocking bang is all that held the answers they needed; wanting to run away, leave all else behind and escape. A shell-shocking bang which painted the walls a fresh coat of red, with fleshy lumps stippling the ceiling and the floor and the three girls' clothes. The metallic fragrance as the shells graced impact with Addie's face, dilapidated and ugly as pieces of it chipped and shattered like porcelain, the forever pristine doll of Adelaide Miller toppled over, her head, a chunky mess of mixed holes, half hanging limp yet frivolously clinging to the muscle that stood strong aside her caved in skull, cracked and crumbled from the outside in.

As Kristina stood privy to the mangled lump that remained of Addie, standing tall against her corpse, every second droned by as if an hour and that 1.5 second interval was all it took for her to assess what that foul smell was. Death; a stranger she had grown so close to since the trip began, a stranger she'd learn to honour as if a friend.

As all senses returned to Kristina's mind, she knew all there was left to do was to grab Jordan and sprint, sprint as fast as she could, out of the cabin, back to the bus, back to their class, away from Becca, away from Addie, away from it all.

She knew that Death had to wait longer to meet her still...