Psych Ward

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Psych Ward frowns then lays her head down to try to get some sleep. She cringes at the gun shot and looks around, laying her head back down hesitantly. She roots through her pack, taking out a single sleeping pill and downing it with a swig of water. Within the hour she is asleep, her head resting on her pack, her front legs wrapped around the pack with the knives pushed underneath, and her back legs pulled close.

Psych Ward nods frowns. "I'm sure they would have done the same thing in your position," she says, looking away from the shelf. "At least you'll always remember them." She thinks back to the friends she had. There was no way she could have saved them, was there? JItter Bean's cafe, where they had been hiding in had been over run a week into the attack. She hadn't been there, scouting for food and weapons, coming back to the undead shells of her friends.

Psych Ward nods, frowning. She could tell that his friends had either left or gotten killed in the attack. She suddenly thinks of the four skulls and cringes. "Are those skulls....." She couldn't finish what she was about to say. She looks back at the ground.

Psych shakes her head. "I'm fine," she says as she snaps her head up. She rests her head on her pack, careful not to stab herself on the knives inside. "I started out in Ponyville. I had a few friends who were lost to the disease early on. I fled and ended up here." She lets out a sigh letting her mane fall over her red eyes.

Psych Ward smiles uneasily, walking down the stairs. "I'm Psych Ward," she says, sitting down, eyeing the pony skulls. She studies the other ponies as she sits, cautious. She puts her bag down and tightens her knives again. "It's a nice place," she says. "Very disturbing."

Psych Ward quickly looked out a window. Several zombies were out on the streets but none had seemed to notice the open door. She turned back to the group. She followed the grey pegasus down slowly and silently, careful not to fall. She looked down at the ground as she walks, wondering what was down there.

((Okay. I should get off too. I have school in the morning.)) Psych Ward gets ready to share her name as she hears the noise. She nods to Shooting Star. She eyes the dull knife on the counter and shakes her head. He would need a sharper one if he expected to survive. She puts her bag on the ground and carefully roots through it. She picks a sharp knife and pulls it out of her bag, blade first, with her teeth. She holds it out to him, still looking at the dull one on the counter. She places it by his hooves. "You aren't going to get anywhere with a knife like that," she says, closing her bag and placing it back on her shoulders.

Pysch Ward turns around quickly, looking the pegasus stallion up and down. "I'm fine," she says, brushing her self off and getting back up. "Thank you. Are there anymore survivors?" AS she speaks she tightens the bonds on both of the knives and gets her pack stable on her back. "Who are you?"

Pysch Ward takes her chance to run out of the room and into town, grabbing her bag before she leaves. She hears a growl and turns around as another zombie, this one freshly dead and reminding her of an old friend. She swung out her arm, watching the knife arc through the air and easily slice through the zombie's neck. She turns back around and runs as the head hits the ground with a dull thud. She runs through town and locks herself into a random building, letting herself relax for just a moment.

Psych Ward was sitting in the corner of a suite in the abandoned castle. She looked around frantically. A zombie had found it's way into the room just minutes before. It hadn't seen or smelled her yet and was currently just a couple feet away. She was slowly working on getting a knife tied into each one of her straight jacket sleeves. She had drilled holes in the handles earlier so she could do so. She watched the zombie as it lifts its head. She examines it's body, trying to see if she had once knew this pony. It was a unicorn with a broken horn. The body shape told her it was a mare. Her cutie mark had been ripped off on the side facing her and the mane and tail were matted in blood. She shakes her head. There was no way she could tell who it was. The zombie turns, facing her. Psych Ward feels her heart beat speed up as she charges at her. She finishes the loop on the final one, pulling it tight with her teeth and jumps out of the way, watching the zombie slam into the wall where she was.

Psych had gone away after Cherry Blossom left. She had check out several of the sections and had log off for a bit. She was signing back in and found herself in the streets, heading to the center of the "town." She watches little bugs here and there, scattering like birds when she passes them.

Psych Ward snaps out of it and trots over to the fallen pegasus. "Hello," she says. "Are you okay? That was a really bad fall? Where are you heading to so fast? It's suck a lovely day." She tilts her head to the side, her eyes wide and red. "I'm PsychWard. Who are you?" 22

Psych Ward continues trotting through the web, waving to random users. She sees Cherry Blossom flying and calls up. "Hello!" she calls to her, waving her hoof in the air. She sits down, watching her fly through the sky, loosing focus. She hears hoof steps in the distance.

Psych Ward shrugs after watching it, giggling to herself. She taps the trash can with her hoof and walks away, humming again. She finds a hole in the ground and peers down, looking at the bugs inside. She pokes one with her hoof, watching it fizzle and spark.

Psych Ward drags her straight jacket sleeves along the the digital streets. She smiles to herself, humming a random tune. She trips over one of her sleeves, tumbling down a hill. She sits up, laughing and brushes her messy hair out of her eyes. She carries on, humming happily.

Okay, I didn't but okay. XD I honestly don't think anything is. Except maybe zombies. Those things are PRETTY DARN scary. Actually, I think what's really even scarier is that this could really happen to someone.

I don't know. I just think that if it continued on, it would be a really good story. This scene was really good, but I do think the character could be really fascinating.