#viralcure

[ncvarr0]

@viralcure asked: ❝ i warned you, for me, it's not that hard. ❞

STARTER PROMPT ... accepting

luis raised his hands muttering unintelliable spanish under his breath. pacing back and forth for a few steps before pausing and turning on his heel a pointed finger at rebecca. " and what ? you think it was hard for me ? " a deep spanish tone hitting his words , a show of his emotions. " the things i did "

[agent-birkins]

@viralcure continued from ( i )

never expected to be a dying person again. when she searched the files for someone capable. as capable as her own parents. it end up this person. one she could trust because next to her name was two people she knows best. one that wouldn’t kill or just experiment her to death. the blonde nervousness unhidden, ton of weight rounds her shoulder.

sharp exhale prior explain , find words easier when stare back into kind orbs. hopeful even. “ month and half, I thought it was age working even on me at first but in it is own unique way. then the pain last. the pills worked temporarily now I’m upgrading it. i don’t know what to do , what is this “ brow furrowed yet determined. no fear just fury towards this world for hate she doesn’t deserve.

“ if this was what i think it is, even if i died. i want you to extract as much information from me “

[soulmissed]

@viralcure: keep that blanket over you.

memes, accepting

his cough was dry and hacking. the boy doesn’t argue when hands thrust a blanket – old, thinned – upon him. he stares, eyes half-lidded, breathing rattled like coins within a tin cup.

(sickness. it left you vulnerable.)

hunched into himself, august steers his gaze to rebecca. “ i-it hurts. ” he wheezes. “ in my chest. ”

[a-guaviral]

hey, I made a meme

@viralcure

[squarecranks]

@viralcure: ❝ at least let me look at it. ❞

❝  don't  bother.  ❞  the  captain's  rasp  voice  persists  its  stoicism,  not  even  worried  to  glance  at  the  young  new  recruit  through  dark  shades.

he  pulls  his  arm  back  in  an  equally  brusque  manner,  ceasing  her  meddlesome  ministrations.❝  i'll  simply  wash  my  hands.  it'll  stop  bleeding  on  its  own  —  now —   in  the  meantime.  .  .❞  the  rest  of  the  paperwork  is  gathered  on  his  desk.  he  slides  the  file  over  to  her.  ❝  take  this  over  to  robert  kendo  at  his  gun shop.  he  and  barry  will  be  in  charge  of  overseeing  the  rest  of  your  firearms  training  and  sign  your  certificate  of  completion.  i  want  it  by  morning.  ❞

[lehazard]

Even in the dim lighting, which was all this place had to offer, Dionte could make out the twists and curls of flesh that made up most of these creatures. Once human, no longer. Nothing much was left of them. Unending aggression and a hivemind for the same thing. There was no promising this amount of mutation could even be undone with the aid of a proper cure. But that's one of the reasons they're here. Among other things. Identify a source, a motive, and suppress it from spreading out past it's quarantined area. God willing, they find survivors, they'd see them to safety--- if there were any.

The older man peeked around the corner he was firmly pressed too. Eyes searching ( as best they could in the darkness ) for a means of proceeding. He could see their way forward. The faint green glow over the door. Yet, there wasn't an convenient way through.

@viralcure ❛ What the hell are those things? ❜

"A problem---" He responded quietly, very well understanding what Rebecca was asking, but attempting to explain anything now wasn't wise. Sights turn to the younger woman finally with a sigh. Motioning to lobby just around the corner. "I see our next door, we'll have to move quickly, place is littered with the infected. We run straight forward, no looking back. Okay?"

[heavenprotect]

⸻ @viralcure liked for a thing!

"here you go." another late night at the university means more and more coffee in order to stay up late until the computers are done analyzing the data from his last recovery assignment. "and yes, i made sure they added the chocolate chips." he wasn't gonna judge her drink combination, not when his is rather egregious to some folks at the bsaa.

"looks like another all-nighter." which he didn't mind, steve has pulled his fair share of all-nighters at the bsaa, occasionally out in the field if they needed him to go out. however, most of that time was spent in the offices decrypting various gigs of data. "but at least this is the last of them." it's nice to work somewhere that isn't his office at the bsaa, he's aware of rebecca and her association with chris, plus she's one of the few that is privy to highly confidential information about him so there's that.

[a-guaviral]

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THERE WAS A HALT IN PRODUCTION, his shoulders rounded as he was facing away from her for just a moment, or two. Prepping the ring he clutches in his palm, WILLING TRY TRY AGAIN EVEN IF SHE WAS NOT. There was no pretending with Arias, for he truly believed that this was what he wanted. Always such the romantic type, this was suppose to be his big day too, something taken away from him unfairly.

The lamb fallen in the wolf's burrow had been safe so far, he had only wanted to ensure her delight. But she has broken the mirror that has reflected his perfect ending, of himself. He has turned mean, and bitter. SO MEAN AND SO BITTER he only hears her frustration and irritation turn to something he had been fighting for, was never love or anything good at all.

❝ Do not question me like this, Sarah. You know, that it is not like that ! I can never get sick of something taken from me, that I have been sick for. ❞

The realization kicked in too late, shoulders squared off, each vertebrae of his spine straighten up. Apologetic eyes turn to glance her up and down. ❝ Rebecca, I meant, Rebecca. ❞

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