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[sphererpmod]

Who: Everyone.
What: The February Nightmare Log 2.
Where: Anywhere within the City. However no area is under constant bombardment.
When: February 20th-28th
Notes: This is the second part of the Nightmare log which runs from the 20th-28th. The plotting for the event is found here. Things are definitely getting worse folks.

Nightmare Log 2.

For a week, you’ve been dealing with the sense of being alone, and it’s slowly intensified. But now, it’s to the extent that even when you reflexively try to be able to find an exit when things are going on, your brain can’t seem to find one. They're present, you know they're just there but the panic in your brain refuses to allow them to be focused on or seen at first.

Blindly reaching out for reassurance on the network doesn’t work any longer either. The network when you’re inside of the nightmare does not seem to exist for all intents and purposes. Trying to connect to it is just met with a void. Even trying to find your own personal contact post or open posts they don’t connect. Instead it’s just the mocking emptiness of being alone inside your own head.

Maybe you’ve always been alone, the nightmare seems to whisper. Maybe everyone beyond you yourself was just a figment of your imagination. Those friends of yours, people you love, do you know if they are real or not? Maybe you’re just going mad with the nightmare of loneliness. Isn't that what happens when you're separated from your people? When you're utterly alone?

Even leaving the affected domes, it takes a while to shake the feelings of the nightmare off. It's almost like being stalked by it, isn't it? Maybe you're losing it. Or maybe the nightmare really does seem hungry.

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[becauseyouhaveto]

Just when she'd started to feel the unease of being in a strange new place fade away, she's thrust back into panic mode. At first, she'd simply thought she had been alone. It's where she'd meant to go when she left Alexandria.

Now, as she steps from a crowded hallway and into a merchant dome, she's overwhelmed by the sudden desolation. Stalls are empty, though it seems whoever had been tending them hadn't left intentionally. Food cooks on stoves, a blended drink whirs in the distance. Goods are on display and ready to be purchased.

"Hello?" Carol calls out. "Is anyone there?" She turns back to the hallway she'd come from to see that it's now empty as well. Everyone is gone. She's alone.

And then she remembers the network. She tries to reach out to Rick, Aaron, or Eric, anyone.

Nothing.

Was she dreaming? Were the others just her imagination?

"Where did everyone go?"