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fandomtownies2022-02-23 06:42 am
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Surf's Up - Wednesday
It had been a rough couple of days for Billy, to say the least. While most of the island seemed to be gone, he was still stuck there, spending most of his time in the apartment or at the shop. After nearly a week of good dreamless sleep thanks to his visit to the clinic, Billy was starting to feel somewhat normal again and was starting to fall into something of a better routine. However, that lucky break was not to last as the little bottle of pills was soon empty and the words of Dr. Halstead echoed in his ears again: “It's not a long-term solution. Dreams are an important part of how our mind processes things. Even the shitty ones."
And Billy knew this. He knew he couldn’t switch off the dreams forever. But hopefully, the time he had gotten to reset and recharge would make them easier to deal with. At least a little bit. Right? Sadly, he was not to be so lucky. And it was probably a good thing that it looked like most of the island, and thankfully most of the apartment complex, seemed to be away on that trip. No one around meant no one to wake up to the panicked cries of his tortured and broken sleep.
The night had been rough… really rough. The nightmares were back and back with a vengeance as if they were aware they had missed time to make up for. The nightmares had kicked in as soon as he had faded to sleep and had started to dream, quickly turning into horrific replays and twisted versions of what had happened to him that night in the mansion on the outskirts of Racoon City.
The first nightmare had Billy bolting upright in his bed, his own cries echoing in his ears, the sound of the zombies still seeming as close as before. The feel of the blood running down his neck and chest, soaking his clothes. The panicked gasps of his dying breaths were still heavy in his chest, the sight of Rebecca’s blurry face looking down at him, as real as any of his nightmares had ever felt. It was like he had just gone through it all for real all over again. It all felt so damn real…. It took longer than it should have in his panicked and terror-filled state to reassure himself he was still alive.
But once his racing heart had slowed some and the gasping breaths had evened out a bit more, Billy started on the grounding technique he had taught himself all those years ago. Find five things he could see, four he could feel, three he could hear, two he could smell, one he could taste… By the time he was done, he was actually a bit calmer and less panicked, though he doubted whether or not he could get back to sleep at all, despite how very early it was. He didn't have high hopes but if the opportunity presented itself he would try again- he had no choice really, going days without sleeping had obviously not worked out all that great for him before.
Eventually, sleep would come again- after a few beers and some time pacing around the apartment and smoking more than a couple of cigarettes on the balcony. Sleep might have come but rest would not as a new dream, one that he had not had in many years, decided now was the perfect time to bring up those old fears and memories. Fear and worry about what had ever happened to Rebecca after they had parted ways… Had she made it out of the city? Had she survived the zombies? Did she still remember him or even think of him if she was still alive? Should he have stayed with her rather than running off to try and save his own neck? Rather than waking again to tortured cries echoing in his ears, it was the suffocating weight in his chest that forced him awake once again.
Realizing that sleep was not going to be possible, being two for two that night already, Billy knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just sit in his near literally empty apartment in the dark and wait for the sun to come up so he could try and pretend like none of this had happened. And so, in the middle of the night, with thankfully enough light from the moon in the clear sky, he made his way over to his shop. If he was going to be trapped here, unable to escape this place or the nightmares and memories, then he was going to make the best of it the only way he knew how.
Firing up the holosuite, which he was still really tinkering with and learning to use, he set up the one simulation he had managed to get going thus far. And so that was where Billy spent the rest of the night and the early morning- sitting on a beach, in the sun, waves lapping at his feet, the beer and cigarettes he had brought in with him sitting on the rocks beside him. If anyone wanted or needed him, that was where he would be for the majority of the day. And possibly for the foreseeable future if that was what it took.
And Billy knew this. He knew he couldn’t switch off the dreams forever. But hopefully, the time he had gotten to reset and recharge would make them easier to deal with. At least a little bit. Right? Sadly, he was not to be so lucky. And it was probably a good thing that it looked like most of the island, and thankfully most of the apartment complex, seemed to be away on that trip. No one around meant no one to wake up to the panicked cries of his tortured and broken sleep.
The night had been rough… really rough. The nightmares were back and back with a vengeance as if they were aware they had missed time to make up for. The nightmares had kicked in as soon as he had faded to sleep and had started to dream, quickly turning into horrific replays and twisted versions of what had happened to him that night in the mansion on the outskirts of Racoon City.
The first nightmare had Billy bolting upright in his bed, his own cries echoing in his ears, the sound of the zombies still seeming as close as before. The feel of the blood running down his neck and chest, soaking his clothes. The panicked gasps of his dying breaths were still heavy in his chest, the sight of Rebecca’s blurry face looking down at him, as real as any of his nightmares had ever felt. It was like he had just gone through it all for real all over again. It all felt so damn real…. It took longer than it should have in his panicked and terror-filled state to reassure himself he was still alive.
But once his racing heart had slowed some and the gasping breaths had evened out a bit more, Billy started on the grounding technique he had taught himself all those years ago. Find five things he could see, four he could feel, three he could hear, two he could smell, one he could taste… By the time he was done, he was actually a bit calmer and less panicked, though he doubted whether or not he could get back to sleep at all, despite how very early it was. He didn't have high hopes but if the opportunity presented itself he would try again- he had no choice really, going days without sleeping had obviously not worked out all that great for him before.
Eventually, sleep would come again- after a few beers and some time pacing around the apartment and smoking more than a couple of cigarettes on the balcony. Sleep might have come but rest would not as a new dream, one that he had not had in many years, decided now was the perfect time to bring up those old fears and memories. Fear and worry about what had ever happened to Rebecca after they had parted ways… Had she made it out of the city? Had she survived the zombies? Did she still remember him or even think of him if she was still alive? Should he have stayed with her rather than running off to try and save his own neck? Rather than waking again to tortured cries echoing in his ears, it was the suffocating weight in his chest that forced him awake once again.
Realizing that sleep was not going to be possible, being two for two that night already, Billy knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just sit in his near literally empty apartment in the dark and wait for the sun to come up so he could try and pretend like none of this had happened. And so, in the middle of the night, with thankfully enough light from the moon in the clear sky, he made his way over to his shop. If he was going to be trapped here, unable to escape this place or the nightmares and memories, then he was going to make the best of it the only way he knew how.
Firing up the holosuite, which he was still really tinkering with and learning to use, he set up the one simulation he had managed to get going thus far. And so that was where Billy spent the rest of the night and the early morning- sitting on a beach, in the sun, waves lapping at his feet, the beer and cigarettes he had brought in with him sitting on the rocks beside him. If anyone wanted or needed him, that was where he would be for the majority of the day. And possibly for the foreseeable future if that was what it took.