Paralyzed - Chapter 21: Chain of Chaos - Part 1/3

Episode Date: February 10, 2025

Chaos ensues for Roland and company at the Gunnar Inn. A new nightmare begins in the Season 5 premiere!!Music provided by:Taako @ soundcloud.com/madebytaakoAdditional tracks from Pond5.com and Artlist.io Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Seven Lamb presents Paralyzed Chapter 21, Change of Chaos, Part 1 Oh! I don't know I don't know I don't know. I had no idea where I was going, but I kept running regardless.

Eventually, I had to hit something. I was bloody, bruised, tired, and sick. This had been the longest night of my life. Longer than the night spent at the diner and farmhouse. Longer than the night I lost Rose, longer than... I tripped over something. Probably a route. Get up, Lord.

Get up. It took every bit of strength to get back on my feet. I looked back into the dark woods towards the inn. At least, I thought. I couldn't see anything right now. It was pitch black. No moon, no light. Luckily, my eyes had slowly adjusted,

keeping me from running headfirst into a tree. But I still managed to fall and injure myself. Oh no. The creatures, they're still out here. I needed to keep running. That's what Howe said to do. That's what Howe said was a person's only chance. I stumbled over the rocky ground, moving as fast as possible.

I wish I had my phone. I wish I had my gun. I wish I had an idea. any idea of where to go or how to get out. But I was alone and lost, literally and figuratively. Another five minutes and I found myself too tired, too hurt. For all I knew, I was running in circles. That's when I stopped.

My legs were on fire. I couldn't go any longer. All my fight, all my adrenaline was gone. I fell back on to the leaves. How? How the hell did I get here? No, no, Roland, not how. Why?

Why were you here? Because you wanted to. You wanted to help. Help David. Help Michelle. Help Kent. But you couldn't. You couldn't help any of them.

You never could. And now you're alone, once again. And you can't even help yourself. I stared down at the leaves wondering if it was time to give up. It wouldn't be the first time I felt this way. But would it be the last? They lurked out there. How many? I wasn't sure.

And the girl? Who knew where the hell she was? I couldn't believe that I once thought I'd be able to solve this. When Howe was hit and the creatures appeared, I tried taking charge. Just like I tried taking charge of my own life after the captain put me with Kent. I thought that it would be a new me. No more wallowing in despair. No more feeling sorry for myself.

Yet, it didn't last. Never did. Ray knew it. Jake knew it. Hell, the captain knew it. You're a failure, Roland. Always were. I noticed blood spots still in my pants and the bottom of my shirt.

They were still wet. I couldn't even remember who blood this was. I looked back once more towards where I thought the inn was and wondered if any of the others made it out, or was it just me? Oh my god! Wait, Michelle! Jesus, what the fuck! We didn't go!

He hit someone. Fans over there! Shit! What the hell is going on? Check on the dude, Reg. I'll help Highland. Okay. Roland, help me! Roland?

Holy shit. Roland! Detective Emily Roland! Don't move. Somebody help me! He's bleeding! So much was going on, yet it seemed to play out in slow motion. We need to help him.

Sure. So you can run off? He needs help. Go. Mayor? Mayor, my phone isn't working. I tried calling an ambixtape. I'll try the office.

Office phone isn't working either. I remembered warning Special Agent Tord. FBI? That's right. I've been looking for you for a while. You're gonna wish you didn't find me. Not now. Is that a threat? Not at all.

I remembered locking eyes with Michelle. She knew. So did I. And after some confusion with the phones... Nothing static. It began. No, I can't be. What is that? Mick? Was that an animal?

But I knew then what I know now. It was the beginning of a new nightmare. Mick? What the hell happened? Mick! I... I... it was attacked! Her, what I assumed, partner, Mick fell to the ground, a crumbled mess. Mick! What the hell happened to you?

Something attacked me. What's something? But I knew, and so did Kent. He stood there, in the middle of the road, grinning. Roll on, it's silent. A tear slid down my cheek. Get up, Vic! Vick! Come, please!

What do we do? What do I do? No one's picking up. I keep calling, and I just keep hitting static, Mayor. Forget that. We need a first aid kit. Go get a first aid kit. Where is it? It's in the supply closet by Mayor's room.

Okay. As the chaos ensued around me, I kept watching Kent. His creepy smile faded after a good 30 seconds. Then he took off, walking into the world. He was bleeding a lot. Look at the back of his head. Here, hold here. Jesus Christ!

Once I could no longer see him, my heart ached. I was just about to follow him when. Roland! I snapped out of it and spun to Mare and Michelle. A little help! Shit. I don't know what to do. He's injured over there, too.

What happened to him? He was attacked. Attacked by what? A creature! I'm sorry, a what? A fucking creature! Is that what made that noise? Yes!

That's... That's... That's just ridiculous. It's not. She's telling the truth. We need to get him to the office. No, not the office. We need to get him out of here.

We need to get out of here. You're right. We can't stay, but others still need help. I looked back at the FBI agent and her partner. I don't think we should move him. The maintenance man, Vince Brody, stood behind there as she moved Hal's arms out from under him. I agree. If we move him, we could injure him further.

We have to move him. We can put him in the car. In a car? No. No. He needs to lay still. I think we can put him in the back seat. I think everyone just needs to relax,

and we just need to think rationally. You hear that? We can't stay out here any longer. I looked to the woodline following the skid marks left by the van. I saw a dark-shaped move in the brush. She's right. But Bridget just went for a first aid kit. Mayor, I can't find it.

Oh, shoot. This is why we should move him. At least get him to the office. Wrap his head and leg before he bleeds out. Fine, let's do it. I'll grab his legs. Wait! Wait, wait!

Yeah, are we sure he's even alive? He's breathing, isn't he? I don't know. Is he? And that? What about that? That proof enough? Just keep his head straight.

Mayor! I'm coming! No, forget the first aid. Can't just help me move him. Highland! Detective Highland! As we all discussed the best way to care for how, I noticed a special agent

hovering over her injured partner. Blood had pooled under him, and he was choking up blood. He seemed to be in worse shape than Hal. Detective Hyland! She was shouting to the woods as she tried to call for help on her phone. God damn! Hey! Forget the damn phone and get him out of the road! What?

I started walking back to her until... But Roland! I need your help! My heart was pounding. I didn't know what to do. Hal was injured. Michelle crying out. Mare and Brody and Bridget had no idea what was going on, and we didn't have the time to convince them.

Creatures were obviously here and had attacked the sky Mick, and the other man Hyland was gone. I was momentarily brought back to the moment when I found Rose, unresponsive, just laying there in her crib. How I didn't know what to do. Fight, flight, or freeze. And I froze. Mayer!

Detective Hyland! Roland! Snap out of it, Roland. Get things under control for once in your fucking life. I spun around to see Michelle already grabbing Hal's legs in an attempt to get him up.

Mayor was jogging to the front office to help Bridget. Stop! Everyone froze and looked towards me. Even the special agent as she applied pressure to her partner's side. Brody! Help Michelle get Hal inside the office!

Now! Mayor, find that first aid kit and get him bandaged up. Bridget, go to the other rooms right now. Anyone else staying here? Bring them to the front office and lock the fucking doors. They all took a moment to process, then got to work. I then ran over to the agent. What's your name?

Regina Torv. Just call me Torv. Her hands were covered in blood. I motioned to her partner. Mick? Special agent Mick Robards. We need to get him out of the road. I need help moving him. I know. Let's go.

To the office? I thought about it. moment, then shook my head. No, the car. You need to get out of here and get help. My plan was to get everyone in the office for safety while Torv left to get more help. Although I hoped we could have all left after Bridget rounded up the rest of the in occupants and Hal was bandaged. But there's a detective and the driver of the van. They're both still out there. And you've called for them and they aren't here. We need you to get far enough away to call for backup and then... Why won't our phones work? Just help me lift him.

Okay, okay, but be careful. She grabbed his top half as I grabbed his legs. Hang in there, Mick. Let's go. Blood was pouring down from his back. He was looking paler by the second. Oh, God. Keep going.

We made it to the Black Chrysler. I got the door. She leaned against the back of the car to get to the back door. but then stopped with a realization. What? I don't have the keys. Detective Highland. She looked to the woods across the street.

Shit. I couldn't believe it. This was just like the diner. Just like the farmhouse. Regina. Help. Hang in there, Mick. We'll get you out.

She looked at me with saddened eyes. I could. If we put him down, I can go get Highland. Highland is dead. What? He's dead. How do you know? I just do.

She took a moment to look towards the woods. Now, if you don't have the keys, then maybe we have to... I looked to the parking lot. There were several cars there. Then I looked to the inn and saw that Mayor, Michelle, and the rest of them were inside. We have to bring them to the office. We need to get him to a hospital. And we'll do that.

We'll take someone else's car, but right now... What? Past Torv. I could see David, standing in the middle of the highway. He slowly raised an arm and pointed behind me. I turned the best I could, still holding on to her partner's legs. Oh no. What? What? My eyes widened as I heard the vehicle quickly approaching around the bend.

We need to move. What? But then she saw a large box truck came veering around the corner, going about 60. Move! Go! Go, go, go! Habbled across the road away from the Chrysler, just as the truck barreled into the car. Jumped onto the shoulder and rolled down over a grass and inclined.

I looked up to see the Chrysler slamming into a group of trees off the road, get wedged, and force the truck sideways. The truck lifted and swerved and came landing on its side. It slid along the street for a good 40 yards before stopping. David was no longer in the street. Roland! I turned to the office. I'm fine. Get back inside. No! Watch out!

I followed her gaze to see a creature running across the road. Shit! The thing charged me. It scrawny arms helping it gallop along the glass. It lunged. I turned to see Torp with her gun up, a bit of smoke rising from the barrel. Is that it? Is that the thing?

Is that what a tectmic? Most likely, yeah. Good. It's not the only one. What? Are you fucking kidding? What the fuck is going on? I tried to warn you. Please.

Shit! She ran over to her partner who's face down in the grass. I could see the three large tears in a shirt, the blood continuing to pour out. out from the side and back. I got you, Mick. She rolled him over onto his back. He looked even paler.

I knew he didn't have long. I couldn't see any more creatures, but I heard them. Roland, come on! Michelle was outside the office with Mayor now. They looked over, across the street where some bushes shook. Mick, we're going to get you out of here. Something strange is happening.

Hey, we have to get them up in... God damn it! More bushes shook across the... street. Come on! I ran over to her and grabbed the injured agent's legs again. Help me! We have to get him up!

Get inside! I looked back to see a creature charging the office. This one ran on all fours for about ten feet before jumping up and running hunched the rest of the way. Michelle and Mare ran inside. Another creature came crawling out of the woods. How many are you? there. I don't have enough bullets.

Just get him up. Where are we going? She was looking at the creature that slammed against the office door. We couldn't go to the office. The room, there. Go! She looked back at the inn. Go! She bent down, grabbed her partner under his arms,

and lifted. We ran as best we could to the last room on the far right, the closest one to the street. Almost there? It's looking at us, and it's coming. Just keep going. I looked over my shoulder at the creature that was just attacking the office door, but now crawling on all fours across the parking lot.

I reached for my keys. They weren't clicked to my waistband. I must have lost them. Shit! Roland! I can't find my keys. Oh my. To our left, Bridget was frozen in fear with a man standing behind her.

What the hell is that thing? Bridget, your keys! She scrambled for them as she rushed over. Roland! Open the door, Bridget! Hurry! I'm going! What the fuck? Who are you?

A man was standing inside of nothing, underwear, and an open robe. Roland! Get inside! We all scrambled down. What the hell was that? What are you doing in my room? And what was all that noise outside? Was there an accident? But I ignored all the man's questions. They quickly tied his robe and went around the other end of the bed,

grabbed some magazines which he tossed into his open bag on the floor. Mick, you're gonna be okay. Put him on the bed. The moment we put Robards down, Torp pulled her gun. Those fucking things! Who is that? And who's out there? No, please. Don't open the door. I put my hand up in front of Torv.

Stop. I killed the other one. I can't... Just stop. There could be a lot more than just those two, and there most likely is. Well, what the fuck are those things? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I think it left. Seriously, what the hell is going on? Someone owes me an explanation. I went to the closed drapes, peeled the sideback ever so slowly to see out. Well, I don't see it.

What is it? Hey, it sounds further away. So, it left. I turned around to see all four of them staring at me, Bridget with hope in her eyes. Did you miss the part where I said there's more out there? Yeah, but... Who was that? Was that Brody?

No. Then who? Bridget came up and looked out the window with me, pulling the curtain back. That came from the road. I turned to Torb. That you're a detective? No. Highland has a deeper voice.

Maybe the guy in the van? Possibly. Torv came over and got in front of me to look out the window. No, wait. Look. I think it's the truck driver that slammed into our car. I peered over her shoulder to see a guy with a clearly broken arm that just dangled as he walked. He shuffled along the shoulder, blood dripping from the side of his head.

Is there anyone here? Hello! Please! Where's he going? To the office? Please! I've been in an accident! No shit. Logan?

Hello? Logan! Anyone, please! Hey, the guy needs help. Did he say Logan? Who the hell is Logan? I'm going out there. Wait. What?

I motioned to the side of the window. Just beside the door, where a claw was visible. What the? It's right there. Standing right by the door, get back. What's right by the door? Is it that thing? We all moved back from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place. Hello! Please! I need help. I just need... We couldn't see what was happening, but we could hear it, and after 30 seconds, I knew the truck driver was dead.

How many are there? But I ignored her question as I watched a shadow slowly glide over the air conditioner unit before me. The creature that I'd been waiting by the door was now slowly making its way past the window and towards the road. Is that it? Is that the thing? Yes. Is that guy dying? The man who is with Bridgett outside was pointing to his part. I'm sorry, Mick.

I'm so sorry. Everything's happening so quickly. I'll get help. Just hang in there, okay? Hey, hey, hey, hey, you hear me? What happened to him? And what happened to the guy out there? The guy out there is dead.

No, no way. We all heard the screams. Was that his truck that crashed? Was that the loud sound? One of them, yeah. You've missed a lot, including your... loop there. The man reached down and secured his robe. You! You have a phone? She was looking at Bridget. Yes, but it doesn't work. Then give me your phone. She was now looking at the robed man.

I don't have it on me. Well, where the hell is it? Get it! It's around here somewhere, but I don't feel comfortable giving it to you. I don't give a shit how you feel. My partner is dying. Yeah, but I have mine. The other man held up his phone. Good. Call me. 911. What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean? Did you miss everything that just happened? Why do you think I want to call for help? My partner is bleeding out. And did you not hear me out there? The phones don't work. Every phone? Yes, every phone. They don't work. She may be right. My phone's not working. There's this weird, static, or something. And I, I, I can't find mine.

Don't bother. The man in the robe, for whatever reason, looked relieved. Complete bullshit. Torv got in my face. Are you going to tell me what's going on? Are you going to tell me what those things are out there? How many there are? Why the fuck they attacked my partner? Uh, what's with her? I thought you were looking for me. We were. She looked at her partner.

Then shouldn't you know? But she didn't respond. What? Did you just get this assignment? No. We've been looking for you ever since the Leighton Falls incident. We know all about you. We know you're a detective who was assigned the Rutherford case to help out.

Then kidnapped that kid David Summers and brought him north defying your captain's orders. We know your partner, Philip Kent, is missing. And that you survived David's wrath up north after he killed those people in a similar way as suspected woman did it in Rutherford. We know you are with a young woman by the name of Julia. Meadows and that you left her to keep searching into the cases for which you thought were linked? We know Meadows is dead. We know she took her own life. We know you went north to search more and likely found some bodies near Ketchikan. We know you've been in contact with Detective Willow Wright and Special Agent Jake Mizarro. We know your car was demolished by a train and we've seen all

your call logs. You've been in contact with many people over the last year. And we believe you to be an unhinged lunatic that has something to do with all the murders in Rutherford and Lane Falls, and possibly even the ones in Alaska. You know all that, and yet don't know what's going on here? She looked dumbfounded. I'm assuming you looked through all the case files. We did. And I'm assuming you read through and watched all of the interviews and interrogations with both David Summers and Julia Meadows.

We did. Well, then you know what's going on. Her eyes softened. Her mouth parted ever so slightly. Her jaw no longer clenched. Yeah, you know exactly what's going on, because everything David and Julia mentioned was true. And for the first time since you were assigned this case,

you're going to see it firsthand. She stoically stared at me, but I wasn't fooled. I could make out the slightest hint of tremble with her bottom lip. Yet I continued. And all that skepticism that I know you hold will fade away. And you'll wish that you believed long before you ever got to me. Because odds are you won't survive this. But even if you do, odds are you'll end up like David or Julia or Michelle Collins or myself.

So it doesn't even matter. Because the moment you stepped out of that black Chrysler, you became part of this nightmare. What nightmare? Over her shoulder, I noticed David standing in the corner of the room. Kent in the other. Kent was smiling. David was not. Mine, apparently.

I don't know I'm going to I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm going to be able to be.

And... ...that... ...their... ...their... Paralyzed, Written by Robert M. Lamb, edited by Mia Sukvili, starring Amy Luray as Rowland, Ariel Hack as Michelle and Chrissy, Jack, as Michelle and Chrissy. Austin as Jake, Catabelle as Ray, Gina Coyle as Torv, Chris Titoly as Robards, Rachel Stidham as Mayor, Brian Messick as Captain Hiltz, and Shania Lynn as Eden,

co-starring Mark Kroftus, Nick Keeney, Monica Ward, Douglas Salway, Rhino Alberts, Max Carr, Walter Mack, Sherman Alpert, Kim S, Clayton Flood, Adrian Bordeaux, Mike Lennhart Kevin McCready Cody Loman Austin Medlin James Brown Adam Ibin

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