Daisy Walker (Agnes/Roland/Wendy)
With Roland in charge of dividing the rooms, it was the natural conclusion that Agnes, Wendy, and I would follow him into whichever room was left over. This resulted in us being stuck with the Gluttony room. Certainly sounded terrifying, but not as terrifying as Wrath or Envy, at least not based on name alone.
Wendy took Agnes’ hand as we followed Roland in to the chamber. I had to hold our torch, since Roland said he needed to keep his hands on his gun. We had no idea what we might find inside. I don’t think any of us were prepared for what we saw. Or smelled.
“Oh no!” Wendy screamed upon seeing what was inside the room.
“Agnes, cover her eyes, please! Don’t let her see this!” Roland commanded.
The entire floor of the Gluttony room was covered in bones and decaying corpses. The stench of rot was horrifying. There was no part of the floor that was left untouched. I didn’t want to look either, but if we wanted to stand a chance of making it out of here, we needed to keep our wits fully about it. I decided to examine one of the corpses that looked the freshest.
“This… these aren’t humans, Roland,” I said.
Roland grunted, kept his gun at the ready. “I’ve seen a lot of dead bodies before, Daisy. Even made one or two of them myself. These are something else.” Roland kicked one of the corspes with his foot. “Some of these look fresh. But we never heard any noises coming from here. So they must have died not long before we got here.”
“If this is called the Gluttony room,” Agnes said, “do you think these creatures were eaten?”
“I assume so,” Roland said. “But there’s no way to know what kind of creatures these even are. Nothing I’ve seen before. Not human, no, but not the byakhee either. Far too humanoid in shape.”
The creatures did seem to be extremely similar to humans, but the reptilian skin and scaled eyes showed how different they were. Some even had fins protruding from their arms or legs. “I have no idea what these things are,” I said. “Maybe someone else might know? Norman or Ursula, perhaps?”
“I don’t want to be in here anymore,” Wendy sobbed.
“Everything will be okay, Wendy,” Agnes said, trying to soothe her by stroking her hair. Agnes began to hum a soft melody, which seemed to do wonders calming Wendy down. She still didn’t want to look at the floor, but the crying subsided.
“I’m inclined to agree with Wendy on this one,” Roland said, stepping over another body. “If this is a feeding chamber of some kind, we don’t want to stay in here. If whatever is eating these bodies comes back in here, we are all dead. Let’s turn around and-”
That’s when we heard a thud behind us.
A stone door fell, blocking the exit. It glowed red.
“We’re trapped!” Roland said. He had been so calm up until this point, but now – now that the door slammed shut behind us, he seemed to be losing his sanity. He crushed bodies underfoot as he raced to check the stone door.
“Don’t touch it!” Agnes yelled. “Do not touch it! It’s dangerous to touch that!”
Roland stopped inches away from the door. He took deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. “You’re right, Agnes. You’re right. How do we get out of here, then? Anyone have any bright ideas?”
“If something caused the door to fall, that same thing probably causes it to open again,” Agnes surmised. “We don’t know what caused it to fall. So we also won’t know how to open it.”
Roland gave Agnes a look of total and utter disdain. “That doesn’t help,” he spat.
“Look, let’s not argue with one another,” I said. “We’re all stuck in this together. I think if we keep calm, either the door out will re-open or we can find a-”
Out of nowhere, I felt a hand grab my leg.
First, I screamed. Then, Wendy screamed. The sound of our screams must have done something, because then, a hand grabbed my other leg as well, and pulled me backwards. I fell down on my face, landing in a pile of bones and reptilian flesh. I soon felt myself being dragged across the floor. I looked up to see Roland running towards me.
Agnes began chanting something. Roland pulled out his gun.
“Daisy, I’m going to shoot the bastard!”
I couldn’t even see what was pulling me across the stone floor, but I managed to break my legs out of his grip. I pulled myself up to my feet, only to see I was face to face with Roland’s gun just a few feet in front of me. “Don’t move, Daisy!”
I froze in place and closed my eyes.
“No, Daisy, run! It’s behind you!” Wendy squealed. Agnes continued her chanting. Louder. Louder. Faster.
A claw dug into my chest as a cold, wet arm wrapped around me. I cried out in agony as another claw ripped at my stomach.
“Daisy, I’m going to shoot it! Hold still!”
June 3rd: DAISY, shot dead by Roland in the Gluttony Room
June 2nd: NORMAN, disintegrated in the Envy Room
June 1st: LOLA, abandoned in the Button Room
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