Nothing, at all, is as it seems (closed to participants)
[takes place after John Connor finds out that Cameron is missing and Marcus met Kate to search]
They'd heard the explosion and everyone had run. Allison had Dog and she was running in front of Darya and Kyle. Dog had barked -- a sign of metal. It wasn't even daylight outside yet, and metal?
But then the trail had gone cold.
She'd followed Kyle back; it must've been a false alarm. She followed Kyle everywhere. Kyle and Derek. She trusted them over all the others. And Dog. Dogs in general, they all trusted.
The boy, who was clean, not much younger than them, turned when they came into the tunnel and looked at Kyle like he was someone long lost. The kid was naked under the coat, which was odd, but the clean was even more odd. When Allison looked up at him from where she was crouched with Dog, he looked at her the same way before she seemed to disappoint him. She wasn't who he thought she was, obviously.
John Connor, the boy had said his name was, like they all should know it. Allison didn't. It was up to Derek, leader of the Resistance, to figure out what to do with the boy, but Kyle needed his jacket and so Allison went back to the bunker to get hers; it was almost time to head out, to fight.
She pushed aside the flimsy curtain to the hole in the tunnel they shared and went to step in. And she stepped into grass. Grass and sunshine and trees.
In moment that made her heart freeze, Allison thought she was dead. She'd died. An explosion in the tunnels maybe. She choked out a sound and fell to her knees. The ground was soft and the grass -- grass! -- was cool under her hands. She bent down even further, nose pressed into it and she breathed.
Clean.
It had to be dream. A dream where the air was clean, the grass smelled sweet and there were trees around her. She could hear birds! Singing! Were those duck calls in the distance? No rumbles of constant machinery or the hum of the tunnels. It was almost too quiet(another sign it was a dream). Her hands, against the green of the grass, were dirty, dirt encrusted in her nailbeds, under the nails. She wanted to cry. This was the worst kind of dream to have, because it made waking up even worse.
[ooc: Marcus first, John, Derek, Kyle and Star will arrive soon after. Tagging order Marcus/Derek/Kyle/Star/Data/Sarah/John/Allison]
They'd heard the explosion and everyone had run. Allison had Dog and she was running in front of Darya and Kyle. Dog had barked -- a sign of metal. It wasn't even daylight outside yet, and metal?
But then the trail had gone cold.
She'd followed Kyle back; it must've been a false alarm. She followed Kyle everywhere. Kyle and Derek. She trusted them over all the others. And Dog. Dogs in general, they all trusted.
The boy, who was clean, not much younger than them, turned when they came into the tunnel and looked at Kyle like he was someone long lost. The kid was naked under the coat, which was odd, but the clean was even more odd. When Allison looked up at him from where she was crouched with Dog, he looked at her the same way before she seemed to disappoint him. She wasn't who he thought she was, obviously.
John Connor, the boy had said his name was, like they all should know it. Allison didn't. It was up to Derek, leader of the Resistance, to figure out what to do with the boy, but Kyle needed his jacket and so Allison went back to the bunker to get hers; it was almost time to head out, to fight.
She pushed aside the flimsy curtain to the hole in the tunnel they shared and went to step in. And she stepped into grass. Grass and sunshine and trees.
In moment that made her heart freeze, Allison thought she was dead. She'd died. An explosion in the tunnels maybe. She choked out a sound and fell to her knees. The ground was soft and the grass -- grass! -- was cool under her hands. She bent down even further, nose pressed into it and she breathed.
Clean.
It had to be dream. A dream where the air was clean, the grass smelled sweet and there were trees around her. She could hear birds! Singing! Were those duck calls in the distance? No rumbles of constant machinery or the hum of the tunnels. It was almost too quiet(another sign it was a dream). Her hands, against the green of the grass, were dirty, dirt encrusted in her nailbeds, under the nails. She wanted to cry. This was the worst kind of dream to have, because it made waking up even worse.
[ooc: Marcus first, John, Derek, Kyle and Star will arrive soon after. Tagging order Marcus/Derek/Kyle/Star/Data/Sarah/John/Allison]