Post by Jacob Black on Jul 24, 2013 3:00:23 GMT -5
Jacob had started thinking he was going mad, locked alone in a padded cell with only his thoughts and memories of Nessie to keep him company. In the three months he'd lived tied up in a straight Jacket, he'd attempted the shift numerous times but only hurt himself in the end since his limbs had been twisted over one another. In the end he gave up and surrendered to his fate. He was trapped and he wouldn't get released any time soon. He was down and out for the count by that time and most of the days, when he wasn't being fed, watered and drugged, he'd sleep.
The days passed in this hazy sort of way. He could tell the time better. For example he knew at exactly 10 am he'd get fed and he'd wake up around that time. It was now 9.54 am and he was just coming out of his sleep when a hand fell on his shoulder.
"I swear! They could all break out and you'd be eaten and you'd still be asleep."
It was a voice he didn't recognize and at first he thought he was still dreaming.
Dreams were his only escape so he smirked into the dream.
"Dr Black! Wake up!"
His shoulder was shaken. Wait... Doctor? Jacob started and sat up finding himself at a desk... arms free?! He glanced round at what looked like an office then ahead of him saw a glass wall.... behind which two zombies... WHAT?! Jacob pushed back from the desk and the wheely desk chair rolled backward to hit another desk behind him. The person, in a white coat (which he thought nothing of because he'd been around white coats for the last three months) flung his arms up in defense.
"Down boy! Sorry for waking you but these need to be put in to data."
The man held out a sheet of numbers. Dude, if this was a dream he was totally cool with it. He snatched the papers and gave his most professional nod then turned to... pretend to know what he was doing on the computer. Oh God...
The days passed in this hazy sort of way. He could tell the time better. For example he knew at exactly 10 am he'd get fed and he'd wake up around that time. It was now 9.54 am and he was just coming out of his sleep when a hand fell on his shoulder.
"I swear! They could all break out and you'd be eaten and you'd still be asleep."
It was a voice he didn't recognize and at first he thought he was still dreaming.
Dreams were his only escape so he smirked into the dream.
"Dr Black! Wake up!"
His shoulder was shaken. Wait... Doctor? Jacob started and sat up finding himself at a desk... arms free?! He glanced round at what looked like an office then ahead of him saw a glass wall.... behind which two zombies... WHAT?! Jacob pushed back from the desk and the wheely desk chair rolled backward to hit another desk behind him. The person, in a white coat (which he thought nothing of because he'd been around white coats for the last three months) flung his arms up in defense.
"Down boy! Sorry for waking you but these need to be put in to data."
The man held out a sheet of numbers. Dude, if this was a dream he was totally cool with it. He snatched the papers and gave his most professional nod then turned to... pretend to know what he was doing on the computer. Oh God...
