[ There's a solitary figure currently stumbling his way through the thick haze of fog (is it bravery or stupidity), an arm wrapped around his middle as he tries to breathe — each inhale a pang of sharp, freezing agony to his lungs. The fog is a particular brand of painful, a moist cold absorbed right into the skin, like a layer of frost over his bones themselves.
As high as the cosmonaut's own threshold for discomfort may be, the thing inhabiting him isn't equipped for this kind of atmosphere. The empty cold of space is a much different cold than here, and despite the protection provided by its host's body, the alien being is suffering. It squirms fitfully inside of him, eliciting sharp gasps of pain as the man makes his way slowly down the empty street, knowing he won't reach his cabin on the outskirts of town. He needs to get inside somewhere, fast.
In this fog, it's difficult to tell where he is. When he sees the vague edge of a building, ghost-like, Konstantin makes his way to it, urging himself to keep walking. He's shivering uncontrollably by this point, teeth practically chattering against the chill he can't escape from. There's the heavy thud of boots up porchsteps as he lumbers towards the front door of whatever building this is — maybe a resident's cabin? Hopefully someone's inside, someone who can let him in; if not, he'll have to do a little B&E (not for the first time, it's fine) but first— ]
closed — Sam Carpenter (April) cw: alien / parasite horror
As high as the cosmonaut's own threshold for discomfort may be, the thing inhabiting him isn't equipped for this kind of atmosphere. The empty cold of space is a much different cold than here, and despite the protection provided by its host's body, the alien being is suffering. It squirms fitfully inside of him, eliciting sharp gasps of pain as the man makes his way slowly down the empty street, knowing he won't reach his cabin on the outskirts of town. He needs to get inside somewhere, fast.
In this fog, it's difficult to tell where he is. When he sees the vague edge of a building, ghost-like, Konstantin makes his way to it, urging himself to keep walking. He's shivering uncontrollably by this point, teeth practically chattering against the chill he can't escape from. There's the heavy thud of boots up porchsteps as he lumbers towards the front door of whatever building this is — maybe a resident's cabin? Hopefully someone's inside, someone who can let him in; if not, he'll have to do a little B&E (not for the first time, it's fine) but first— ]
Is someone there? Please, I need help!