From "Nightmare" by natewantstobattle.

"And I've been crying out for help

I know I bite, but I mean well

Can you see my disguise?

I'm different inside

Can you break this spell?

All the ghosts from before

They're knocking and they're breaking down your door

So please set us free

Now you have the key

Cause I can't take the pain no more"


I don't know what it is about working elections and writing Until Dawn, but it does have a connection for me, and why break what works.

As usual, I own nothing but my own ideaa


Jessica wakes up. That shouldn't be possible, she knows, not with how long she has been unconscious this night. But of course, maybe it feels longer than it has been? How should she know? It's not like she's had a way to keep track of time down here. Not when her phone is brokenBRoKeNbrOkEn. Not when she is wearing nothing useful. Thankfully she's not naked, but is still freezing cold, wounded, and in an unknown and probably dangerous decommissioned mine.

She's probably alive. Probably. She's either alive or she is in Hell. Although she has never sat down and imagined Hell, she would put good money on this being Hell, if she were religious. She probably should have been. She would sooner take the fiery sort of hell over whatever this is.

Maybe if she had been naked, she might not have opened the door. She might be safe and having sex with Mike. She shouldn't have opened the door. Not without layers, Not after what happened to Hannah. Though Hannah had run out into a snowstorm. Jess, Something has grabbed her. Has captured her.

Something that smelt of death, and decay. She hadn't seen its face. That's probably a good thing.

She's shivering. Not just from the cold, but the fear. And it hurts. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to bleed. Her ribs hurt. Everything hurts. And the mines cry as the wind blows through them.

Hopefully it's just the wind. She doesn't want to imagine what else might be down here with her. Does not want to let monsters frighten her at the edges of her vision. She's scared enough without her own brain turning on her.

She bites down on her lip to try to keep from whimpering, as she crawls. Everything feels shaken and sore, and she does not want to fall down when she stands. Her arms are shaking, everything is shaking, her vision blurred. But she woke up. She woke up, and she doesn't want to die down here.

And if she wants to live, she has to heal. So she needs warmth. And something to clean, and wrap her injuries. And for that she can't stay here.

Jessica doesn't know how long she has crawled, only that her head is throbbing, that her vision is dimming, that she isn't crawling.

"Get up."

Maybe she whispered it, or maybe it was in her head.

"Get up."

Jessica lies down.

"-Up."

Surely a moment won't hurt. Just some shut eye. Get some strength back. Get her breath back. Please. It hurts to breathe.

"Get-"

Jessica's eyes shut.