Josh has lived in the Nexus for nearly a year now. He knows the familiar more-stable paths of the Nexus very well. It was a simple errand. Fetch and grab some food to bring back to Chris's apartment and enjoy a nice day inside, curled up in the warmth of a duvet and classic horror movies.
He's been to the small mom and pop pizza shop a dozen or more times. Josh could walk there in his sleep. But it's been nearly an hour now and all that he's seen is the same nondescript fog and the growing absence of any other person on what should be a busy side street. Josh pauses and looks around, breath clouding up when he exhales while he tries to get his bearings. Did he take a wrong turn? Or several? He should have been there by now.
There's something sickeningly familiar about this chill. This isolation. It reminds him of the mines. Being trapped hungry, hurt, and alone. He catches sight of movement in the distance and hurries toward it. But there's no one there--merely looming slabs of ice that reflect better than the clearest mirror. It gives Josh the spooks to see so many reflections of himself. The shadows under his eyes and loose fitting clothing a grim reminder of how different he is from before he came to the Nexus.
He hates looking at them.
But there's more when he turns, and still more just visible at the edge of his sight deep in the fog. Josh backs up and nearly screams when he runs into someone. He falls back on his ass and gapes up at the figure, half expecting a monster to manifest form the fog. It turns out to be a much friendlier sight instead.
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He's been to the small mom and pop pizza shop a dozen or more times. Josh could walk there in his sleep. But it's been nearly an hour now and all that he's seen is the same nondescript fog and the growing absence of any other person on what should be a busy side street. Josh pauses and looks around, breath clouding up when he exhales while he tries to get his bearings. Did he take a wrong turn? Or several? He should have been there by now.
There's something sickeningly familiar about this chill. This isolation. It reminds him of the mines. Being trapped hungry, hurt, and alone. He catches sight of movement in the distance and hurries toward it. But there's no one there--merely looming slabs of ice that reflect better than the clearest mirror. It gives Josh the spooks to see so many reflections of himself. The shadows under his eyes and loose fitting clothing a grim reminder of how different he is from before he came to the Nexus.
He hates looking at them.
But there's more when he turns, and still more just visible at the edge of his sight deep in the fog. Josh backs up and nearly screams when he runs into someone. He falls back on his ass and gapes up at the figure, half expecting a monster to manifest form the fog. It turns out to be a much friendlier sight instead.
"A-adia?"