@clickedbait sent “ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ”
She had been trying to ignore the survivors arguing amongst themselves on the other side of the humvee when one of them finally addressed her. She was seething under the surface and trying her best to think of anything to get her out of this situation. Unlike the others, she had avoided CEDA checkpoints and pickups; she had already seen what they did to survivors during the first few weeks. But someone had mentioned seeing another survivor in passing and they decided to track her down before returning to base. She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance before narrowing her glare at the male in the white suit. "What the fuck do you want me to say? That we're fucked? It's pretty fucking clear." She shifted her gaze towards the others, arms crossing as she leaned against the metal seat. "Your group or theirs fucked me. I wasn't even trying to find CEDA and one of you assholes ratted me out!" She didn't mean to yell but she was at a boiling point with the group of strangers. Most survivors had read the warnings on the safe room walls but she figured these people had either ignored it or hoped it wasn't true. "I don't know why any of you would actually trust them. Haven't you seen the messages left behind in the safe houses?"
"They're not looking for a cure anymore. They've shifted to containment."