She nearly screamed when he whipped around holding a gun to her face. Thankfully, he quickly dropped it once he realised who he was seconds away from killing. They hadn't even left the building yet, and this was what it was turning them into. Twisting their minds into a state of primal urge to survi...

No sounds yet, just muffled talking... no gunshots or screaming, which was a good sign. Maybe Will might still be alive. If he wasn't, then really nothing could be done for her anyway, as whoever could have hypothetically killed him would then be on their hypothetical way to kill her. Yes, truly she...

Muffled sounds of speech came from the hallway. Probably Will trying to communicate with whoever it was that made those sounds next door. Not that she was paying much attention to it, in this near-catatonic state and all. She waited in the room, unmoving from the position she was in, pressed up agai...

She pressed her back into the wall, trying in a fruitless endeavour to keep a small profile, as if it would do any good if someone burst through the door holding a weapon. Will had just left the room, with a revolver of some kind, after telling her to stay silent and not to follow him. She prayed it...

"So you just want to lay down and die?" Will's shoulder was becoming drenched. But there was nothing she could do right now but cry into it. Too badly affected from the shock and anguish of her situation to do anything about it but cling to Will. "I'm not making it out of this. I'm to...

It was weak, it was shaky, and it was far too quiet, but she knew that Scottish accent anywhere. It couldn't be real, though, could it? Will just waltzing in here, within the first minutes of the game. She was just hearing things, her mind playing tricks on her. There was no way that was actually he...

She hadn't even moved since waking up. All she'd done was cry into the floor, waiting to die, waiting for someone to open the door, run forward, and stab her in the neck or something. And then she'd bleed out in this room, or wherever she was, and leave this hellish place behind. Along with everythi...

Rea lay on the floor, curled up in a ball, crying. G049: Rea Adams, Island Start This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. For the presentation she'd just remained still, motionless, and unthinking. She didn't have time to react, only time to vaguely remember the presentation in her dazed a...