002: [Location: streets of Taxon/Visual] they go bump in the night.

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This is the kind of weather Olivia actually likes, the fall and the cold. So it's no wonder that she's taking a stroll outside, dressed in one of her favorite jackets and pair of jeans, hands in her pockets. Olivia doesn't whistle, but she does hum under her breath every once in a while, content and peaceful with things as there are right then and there. Of course, she wants to go home, and would give up just about anything to have a way back, but right now... it's nice. No stress. It's exactly what she needed, whether she likes it or not.

Of course, she'd ignored the fact that it was Halloween. Olivia didn't do Halloween. But Halloween definitely hadn't forgotten about her, and Taxon was about to hit her with her first event. Joy.

For a long time, it's quiet as she walks along. But she eventually notices whispers of noises, flashes of white in her peripheral vision, and pauses in her walk, looking around. A shiver runs down her back as a cold chill sweeps through the evening air, but she shakes her head. Come on, Olivia, don't be ridiculous, she tells herself. There's nothing out there. And she keeps walking.

But the noises start getting louder, the sound of things scuttling across the ground, whimpers coming from inside buildings that look like they're empty, the wind picking up slightly... and she's starting to be a little frightened, feeling like she's being watched. She walks faster, ignoring the noises as best as possible, until suddenly, quite clearly:

"Olivia..."

Olivia jumps, and flips around, wishing she had some kind of weapon to defend herself with. This had been a stupid idea, she realizes, walking out in the dark by herself. While she was more than capable of taking care of herself (thank you very much) there were still those creeps out there that would take any chance possible to take advantage of her. Lifting her hands in front of her face, ready to defend herself, Olivia starts backing up, pressing herself against a wall, trying to see if she can figure out where her stalker is lurking.

Of course, she's expecting her attacker to be corporeal, so when a hand comes out of the wall behind her and grabs her shoulder, she shrieks and slaps at it, stumbling away from the wall.

"Olivia..."

And suddenly there's people, everywhere. But they aren't people, they're-- if she didn't know any better, they were zombies, people who were decomposing as they walked, some limping, some dragging themselves toward her with their hands, all of them moaning Olivia, Olivia, why didn't you save us...?

One by one, as Olivia stumbles backwards, trying to get away from the creatures, she starts to recognize them. The little girl who had fallen in the lake. The elderly man who'd had a stroke. The woman who'd bled to death on the operating table. All people Olivia hadn't been able to save, all of them yearning for a piece of her, all wanting the same thing.

And when the little girl--skin deathly blue and eyes sunken in--grabs her ankle, Olivia screams.


[ooc: halloween hallucinations~ have fun with her imaginary zombies.]

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Olivia? Olivia!