@energystole OR @hellbless 🎲 rolls the dice... lands The Devil! Alex Mercer!
Scientists, labs, power hungry bastards at the head of the table. Humans never changed. It was as simple as that. Large amounts of Argent energy felt like poison in the vein, like venom, like radiation and electricity from Cross’s baton had unholy offspring. But with no other coming food source aside from most of the mindless drones... the Blacklight Virus had to make do. Now he was free of that prison, free to roam, and free to hunt down answers from this shithole.
And hunting he was, tracking down what he could smell, the very faintest of heat signatures he could see in the form of footprints, hand prints, through the facility. Any human he stumbled across was in for a bad time unless they made themselves worth listening to. It didn’t matter what he had to do to learn Dana’s location. Consume, torment, either way... Alex was going to get some fucking answers. Maybe lunch while he was at it.