Diana's not entirely sure how long she just sat upright in the bed she found herself in. She'd screamed when she woke up. But the complete contrast of her new surroundings to those moments before was so absolute that she'd frozen. The walls around her may not be colourful but they were clean, free of damp and mold and graffiti. The floor too. There was nothing. When had it become a surprise for her to see the floor of a room so empty? She brought the sheets up to her face and sniffed. Clean. Detergent.
And then she'd cried. She didn't know how long she did that for either. Long enough for her head to throb and her eyes to sting. For the sheets grasped in her hands to be marked with damp patches of salt water and mucus. She felt light-headed and didn't realize how dizzy she was until she tried to dress herself. Since when had putting on trousers been so difficult?
She'd knocked the ball over with her stumbling. She'd screamed at the noise and light it created. She and the weird lizard that appeared had stared at each other in silence until it took a step towards her. Then she'd cursed at it, thrown a pillow and pressed herself right into the corner of the room. The thing had panicked and scurried under her bed.
It had been a quarter of an hour before Diana tried to sneak for the door. The lizard peered at her from the gap. She pressed herself against the wall and tried not to look. But then had to look, because she had to make sure she knew where it was.
After half an hour of watching each other, the creature took some cautious steps from out under the bed as Diana remained rooted to the spot. It picked up its weird capsule and wobbled over to her on two legs like a uncoordinated toddler, holding it out to her.
Finally, she and the monster exit the room. Diana is still glancing at it wearily with her swollen pink eyes as it trails behind her but right now she's more focused on finding some other actual humans. Preferably over the age of fifteen.
Video - Another millennial making videos
[The video starts with a shot of Diana's face, she's clearly holding the camera out with one hand and seems to be comfortable recording herself this way.]
Aaaand, that should do it. Recording, right? Of course. I might not have used a phone in a year but it's not that hard to figure out.
[She pauses for a minute to turn her head from side to side, squinting a little at the camera and smacking her lips.]
Man, I look killer on this camera. I'll have to take some selfies later.
[She tosses her hair.] Anyway, I'm just doing this little vlog-thing to see if anyone has a good suggestions on fast food joints nearby? I've been craving some fried chicken for about a year now.
Ssssssssss!
[Diana pans the camera down to focus on the Salandit looking up at her.] What? You wanna try some too?
Sssssssala!
[The camera comes back to Diana.]
Well, you heard her, a fried chicken place that's er, 'pet friendly' I guess?
Diana Ladris | Gone
Diana's not entirely sure how long she just sat upright in the bed she found herself in. She'd screamed when she woke up. But the complete contrast of her new surroundings to those moments before was so absolute that she'd frozen. The walls around her may not be colourful but they were clean, free of damp and mold and graffiti. The floor too. There was nothing. When had it become a surprise for her to see the floor of a room so empty? She brought the sheets up to her face and sniffed. Clean. Detergent.
And then she'd cried. She didn't know how long she did that for either. Long enough for her head to throb and her eyes to sting. For the sheets grasped in her hands to be marked with damp patches of salt water and mucus. She felt light-headed and didn't realize how dizzy she was until she tried to dress herself. Since when had putting on trousers been so difficult?
She'd knocked the ball over with her stumbling. She'd screamed at the noise and light it created. She and the weird lizard that appeared had stared at each other in silence until it took a step towards her. Then she'd cursed at it, thrown a pillow and pressed herself right into the corner of the room. The thing had panicked and scurried under her bed.
It had been a quarter of an hour before Diana tried to sneak for the door. The lizard peered at her from the gap. She pressed herself against the wall and tried not to look. But then had to look, because she had to make sure she knew where it was.
After half an hour of watching each other, the creature took some cautious steps from out under the bed as Diana remained rooted to the spot. It picked up its weird capsule and wobbled over to her on two legs like a uncoordinated toddler, holding it out to her.
Finally, she and the monster exit the room. Diana is still glancing at it wearily with her swollen pink eyes as it trails behind her but right now she's more focused on finding some other actual humans. Preferably over the age of fifteen.
Video - Another millennial making videos
[The video starts with a shot of Diana's face, she's clearly holding the camera out with one hand and seems to be comfortable recording herself this way.]
Aaaand, that should do it. Recording, right? Of course. I might not have used a phone in a year but it's not that hard to figure out.
[She pauses for a minute to turn her head from side to side, squinting a little at the camera and smacking her lips.]
Man, I look killer on this camera. I'll have to take some selfies later.
[She tosses her hair.] Anyway, I'm just doing this little vlog-thing to see if anyone has a good suggestions on fast food joints nearby? I've been craving some fried chicken for about a year now.
Ssssssssss!
[Diana pans the camera down to focus on the Salandit looking up at her.] What? You wanna try some too?
Sssssssala!
[The camera comes back to Diana.]
Well, you heard her, a fried chicken place that's er, 'pet friendly' I guess?