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Ā Ā Ā āDid youĀ hear about the woman who didnāt like her husbandās cheap coffee? It was grounds for divorce.ā
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@timetakesall
Did you hear about the actor who fell through the floorboards? He was just going through a stage.
Ā Ā Ā āDid youĀ hear about the woman who didnāt like her husbandās cheap coffee? It was grounds for divorce.ā
domiitorā:
@timetakesallāĀ Ā
Ā Ā Make a buck, Daniel!Ā Find the woman, Daniel!Ā Get the family out, Daniel!Ā
Ā Ā The Birkins were a problem that required the precision of a scalpel; Daniel Fabron is a sledge hammer solution.Ā
Ā Ā No surprise Alex wanted them, and he has been told to give Alex exactly what she wants.Ā A quick glance at each of their respected portfolios (only the parts not covered by rigid lines of black ink) and he understands why.Ā Why was not the problem, it was the how and Raccoon City had afforded him so little time.Ā In respect to the family, she was far more important than he and it is exactly for Birkin the virologist (not the beast)Ā that Daniel had plunged himself into the roaring depths of NEST.Ā
Ā Ā It would have to be fast; it had.Ā Heād hit the timer on his watch and at exactly the strike of ten minutes to forty three seconds would he find her.Ā For a second, for but a brief moment does he balk- near curse himself and the divine for his failure.Ā She looked DEAD, bloodier than what survival could ever afford.Ā Alex demands survival, because unlike her husband it is her mind that the overseer wishes to preserve, not the body.Ā Ā
Ā Ā An explosion sends him stumbling, shaking him from his panic for he sees the twitch of eyes behind closed lids, the ever-so-soft hints of life dragged from that which looks so dead.Ā Her face matches the picture in his pocket and so does the name he rips off her jacket.Ā So he grabs her. By the collar of her lab coat he hauls (rather DRAGS)Ā her back from the edge ofĀ the black abyss before it might claim them both.Ā Ā
Ā Ā NEST rips itself apart, moaning like a wounded animal as steel breaks, bends, then folds.Ā It groans though it were organic, sending him stumbling at each shake or ragged pulse.Ā He does not speak but scream his words, even still they can barely be heard over the cacophony.
Ā Ā ā If you have but a breath left to breathe in those smoke-riddled lungs feel free to speak !!Ā I would rather not waste my chances on a corpse, you understand ??Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Explosions rock the cold metal beneath her, climbing ever upward as though each one hoped to claim her for itself. The lab itself worse than any B.O.W. it could have created, and yet worst of all--more painful than any bullet, any creature or torment--was the failure to protect its dearest secret. Her husband, his legacy, screaming with madness somewhere in the distance, a macabre lullaby to lure her into the ever-encroaching darkness. If a woman such as herself could be afforded an afterlife, she would be forever haunted, trapped within a personal hell of her own making.
Ā Ā Ā Iām so sorry, darling. I tried my best...
Ā Ā Eyes fluttered closed as disjointed images floated through her pain-fogged mind, painting a surreal picture before all consciousness faded. The woman--that spying bitch--had fallen to her death, taken the sample of the G-virus with her. And the cop? Who cared anymore; he was of no consequence, would never make it to the train when NEST itself was collapsing like some twisted dying star built of metal and glass. The city would survive a bit longer, but she could draw her last confident that, despite her horrific losses, G would die along with her.Ā
Ā Ā Or so she thought.
Ā Ā Blood coated her lips as her lungs gasped for ragged breath, heart pounding slow in her ears like a funeral drum. The thought of how she must look almost had her laughing, pain-fueled hysteria gripping her swiftly and tightly. How many bones must have broken? And how much blood had she left trailing behind her, dragging her battered body inch by inch in the hope of one final act of vengeance? She was a scientist, she understood just how impossible her predicament was, how ridiculous and absurd it must seem to think her still among the living, and yet the minutes of her life had not yet expired. Death was not wont to take her, even if it danced at the corners of her vision the moment she opened her eyes.
Ā Ā Ā āGo--ā The single word was wrought with pain, an agony that should, by all means, kill her before the blood loss could. āThereās...no time. Let go of me...ā
Ā Ā Ā She was weak, hovering in a purgatory that did not have the grace to release her one way or the other. Even if she wanted to fight back she found she couldnāt, and yet bloodstained hands blindly searching for the fallen gun at her side. If her voice could not be heard over the death of the laboratory, then she would find another way to communicate: nothing spoke louder than a bullet, after all.
etcalvariaeā:
Ā Ā It isĀ not an explosive pain, not like a stab.Ā Itās quite hard to place, the dulling ache that echoes out from his gut when Nicholai plants his boot, unabashed, right over where lead had tenderized flesh.Ā In fact, thereās barely any noise at all save for a rasping gasp thatās near-silent through his gritted teeth.Ā A painful wheezing brought by lungs just unable to procure enough air for their vessel.Ā William is tough, but the wolf is built for all things violent; it takes little effort to see the man stumbling, falling, gasping out of cover with her gun awkwardly drawn toward, well⦠SOMETHING.Ā Something thatās not quite monster, yet further still from man.Ā Something that shatters bone effortlessly beneath its heel.Ā Something that could very easily do the very SAME to him; it almost does.
Ā Ā Before he can fire it moves like a flash; before his second breath is taken it has his arm twisted behind his back and for a moment William thinks it means to take the limb whole.Ā Ā No noise save a grunt.Ā To this thing a reminder that if death were to have him it would have him teeth barred, gums bloody with his eyes wild.Ā No ripping nor tearing, heās not to share in their unfortunate fate.Ā When there is a pause, he attempts to jerk his arm free, setting off her gun in the process.Ā The sound is loud, it masks his yelp but he TRIES further still, yet again tearing the hole in his shoulder.Ā He might as well been wrestling a statue (WHAT DID IT WANT?); the arm would go before he did.
Ā Ā Conserving ammunition?Ā Oh he knows THAT voice.Ā Ā
Ā Ā ā Bastard- LET GO OF ME.ā
Ā Ā Saving ammunition?Ā Heād ripped them APART.
Ā Ā ā And youā IDIOT.Ā You NEED ME to secure any hope of seeing those samples.Ā Iām the ONLY ONE who has clearance above three STILL ALIVE.Ā ā
Ā Ā Albert Wesker lives, as though there was any doubt. Ā It was his creation after all, this thingā too wrong to call it a manā just another NAME on a growing portfolio of the slightly ungodly. Ā Normally heād have wept, shouted perhaps even celebrated because if Albert was here it meant they had a chance. Ā There were words once shared with Irons, truer now than ever. Ā Give me six good men, armed and ready. Ā Failing that, give me Captain Wesker.
Ā Ā After anĀ awkward release, quickly his ire turns from one friend to another.Ā It was true there were bullets left, as sounded by the shot that just misses the side of Nicholaiās head by a fingerās breath.Ā A second clips the desk they had overturned, sending wooden splinters cascading onto the other man.Ā The third goes farther off its mark, Williamās arm bent beneath the weight of the kick and the ache in his shoulder.
Ā Ā William is a smart man.Ā He knows his life means about as much as much as Nicholaiās to their new companion, about as much as dust on the wind.Ā Itās something the other man wants, or maybe something he needs because he would not come for GUILT, surely not.Ā Itās the same reason William had put a smoking round through his braceletā Nicholai would have put one through him for it first.Ā So the fourth bullet doesnāt come for Nicholai, but rather the barrel of Annetteās sidearm is placed beneath his own chin while he backs up slow.
Ā Ā If death is to have him, let it be with teeth bared.Ā With his eyes wild.Ā Thereās a crack in his voice as well as a certain firmness.Ā
Ā Ā ā You think I donāt know why youāre here?Ā Both of you ??Ā You are in on it arenāt you- YOU CONSPIRE againstĀ me !!Ā This is MY LIFES WORKā MY CREATION.Ā You think iāll let you get your filthy hands over HER RESEARCH?Ā I die, NEST goes and thereās no way to secure Golgotha without meā BACK UP, NOW.Ā Stay AWAY from me.Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā The day was always going to come, stained in blood and lost beneath a sea of flames. No matter how hard they tried to stay the invisible hand of the executioner, it would come, as though foretold and fixed in time. Umbrella would fall, at least in part--the roots of evil ran deep, snaking beneath the surface of one sleepy city, of the entire country, of the world itself. Even if one part of it died screaming in the wreckage of a damned city, the company would live on to claim more souls, as much of a monster as the creatures they created.
Ā Ā But not if Annette had anything to say about it.Ā
Ā Ā Getting Williamās--no, their--work out of Umbrellaās clutches had proven to be just as difficult as expected. Eyes watched them at all times, flies on the wall waiting for just the right moment. Being careful was laughable, a futile attempt akin to spitting in the face of a wrathful god. No, they couldnāt be careful--they had to be smart. Just a little more time, a couple more bribes, one more addition to the plan. They would be out of the city, their family safe, their lives thrown into chaos but beautifully theirs. Broken hopes and unfulfilled wishes, an increasingly unobtainable dream that seemed to slip further and further into darkness each passing day. And now that the world felt as though it was crumbling beneath her, Annette knew only two things: the G-virus was in danger--and so was William.
Ā Ā Protecting her family came first, but Annette had always known that in the most dire of situations her duty must supersede her instincts. If, for any reason, G became a threat to the world it would have to be stopped. The mere thought of allowing her husbandās legacy to fall into the wrong hands made her insides churn, and though she understood they were both ready to die for their cause she desperately hoped it wouldnāt come to such a thing.Ā
Ā Ā She had to get to William before he did anything foolish.
Ā Ā Dread sent ice running through her veins, pumping cold terror through her racing heart. What if she was already too late? Her husband was not a fighter and a terrible shot; each attempt at showing him the proper way to handle a firearm had ended in exasperation and secondhand embarrassment. Long ago she had decided it was her role to be the protector of the family, but would it have killed William to learn how to protect himself? Perhaps it already had. Something was happening--had happened--within the maze-like structure, and if William had run off with her gun and gotten himself murderedĀ she was going to reanimate him just so she could kill him herself.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Legs she did not feel finally carried her to her destination, her own foolishness hardly registering as she hurried into the lab. Nearly every sense was assaulted by the horrific slaughter within, the heavy metallic tang of blood hanging heavily in the air. Barging in without so much as a handgun was borderline insane, but oh she daredĀ someone try to stop her, try to interfere. She didnāt need a weapon now, not when every fiber of her being was wound so tightly she might explode if someone so much as looked at her sideways--and she was expecting at least some opposition of the sort.
Ā Ā Ā What she was not expecting, however, was William threatening his ownĀ death.
Ā Ā Ā āWilliam?!Ā What in godās name are you doing?ā
once again here I am, the glue that holds this family together
āNot special... :Cā | @domiitorā sent
Ā Ā Ā There was something about the way it was said that reminded Annette more of Sherry than it did of her husband, virus or not. A childish sort of sadness that sent warm guilt washing over her skin, chest contracting tightly even as her mind sought an answer.Ā āNot specialā...it hadnāt been what she meant, of course it hadnāt, but there were times when she forgot William was still there, that he could hear her, understand her, still clung to his humanity. Each lapse was few and far between, a product of exhaustion both mental and physical, but her words held weight and she could blame no one but herself for not being careful. William deserved better--oh, god, did he deserve better.
Ā Ā Ā āWilliam--ā A crack in her voice, a minor falter, almost imperceptible--enough to give her pause, to make her stop and gather herself. If sheĀ could hear it, then William would pick up on it, regardless of the state he was in.Ā āI never meant you werenāt special. You know how special you are, donāt you? I wouldnāt still be here if you werenāt.ā
Ā Ā Regret came almost immediately, the words just as careless as before. The sentiment, surely, was there, but the execution? Annette hardly wanted William to think of himself as a burden, that he was holding his wife hostage because he needed special care. She needed him to understand that, no matter what, he was special. That heĀ meant something--everything--to her, and that she would, unflinchingly, remain beside him.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āDo you remember when we first met? When Or when I asked you for coffee and didnāt invite Albert? You had the sweetest look on your face, almost as if you couldnāt understand whyĀ I wanted to see you alone.ā Laughter, faint but genuine.Ā āYou didnāt even realize we were datingĀ for weeks. I remember every one of those moments, William. Each and every one as though they happened yesterday.ā
Ā Ā Ā Gaze filtered upward, , shining with fresh tears as she searched her husbandās face. The smile playing across her lips was nothing short of bittersweet, the fondness of her past forever entangled with the pain of their present.Ā āYou gave me a life I never knew I wanted. You gave me so many happy years, William. You gave meĀ Sherry. Tell me: how could I ever, even for one second,Ā think that you werenāt special?ā
i hate it here
hello annete burkin from resident evil who is also my wife would you like to go to Olive gARDen with me and my friends from resident evil
even now i can feel the parasite taking control :(
i hate it here
Iām calling the police
what the hell did i miss
olive GAard3n
why good evening annette
You want breadsticks da?? we keep them fresh for you
this house is a fucking nightmare
what the hell did i miss
marriage ended with @domiitor now @tyraneyes is my husband ā¤
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Annette + Virus Researcher (because I had to use 1000 different words until I finally got something that wasnāt just like 30 purses)
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"Not...your...fault." | @domiitorāĀ sent -- because itās sad monster hours
Ā Ā Ā He didnāt raise a hand, didnāt scream, didnāt yell or attack, and yet Annette felt as though she had been struck square in the chest. Breath tore itself from her lungs, a pale, shaking hand clutched her heart almost automatically in a vain attempt to still sudden palpitations. The virologist in her might have found the use of speech fascinating had it been anyone else, but a sudden rush of anguish and something akin to hatredĀ boiled up inside of her. SheĀ wanted to be the one to yell, to scream and beat her fists against Williamās chest and tell him him he was so stupid for doing what he had done, even if she understood it, even if some small part of her was grateful he was still alive--if she could even call it living. When it came down to it keeping him alive was selfishnessĀ to Williamās altruism; he was standing there before her, malformed and suffering, not because he didnāt want to die, but because he still had work to do. A familyĀ left to protect.
Ā Ā Ā Whatever anger she had felt ebbed away, taking with it her remaining strength. Knees buckled, nearly dropping Annette to the ground, but she grabbed onto the wall for support, eyes purposefully turning away from the creature that was still her husband. A fresh wash of guilt washed over her, her mind suddenly kicking into overtime as though hindsight could save them both from the fate at which they simultaneously arrived. Could she had prevented this if she had been more careful? They had come so close to freedom, flew so near to the sun that they could feel its warmth, so focused on getting out that they hadnāt realized that what was coming for them had already arrived. Couldnāt she have given them that small amount of time they needed if she had just done a little bit more?
Ā Ā Not your fault.
Ā Ā Cold, tearful eyes finally lifted, finding Williamās gaze. Her voice stuck in her throat, her mouth suddenly too dry, tongue thick and uncooperative. But the words finally dislodged, came flowing out of her with a surprising amount of strength and warmth, a stark contrast to the cool touch of her palm against Williamās chest.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āYouāre absolutely right. It wasnāt my fault, and it wasnāt yoursĀ either, William. Umbrella created all of this, theyĀ are the ones responsible for our pain. For our broken family. But youāve done enough, now--donāt you think? Youāve worked so hard that I think youāve earned yourself a rest. You can close your eyes, darling...close them and know that Umbrella wonāt get away for what theyāve done. Close them and know that your family is still safe, no matter how shattered weāve become.ā
Ā Ā Ā Stepping away, Annette let her head drop to her chest, tears flowing unrestrained down her face. It was almost comicalĀ how emotional she found herself: no matter how distraught and upset she became, she had always struggled to be the strength behind her family, to be the one both William and Sherry could rely on. Wasnāt that the burden of a wife and mother? To hold yourself together, no matter what turmoil bubbled just beneath the surface? But the time had passed for pretending, her facade having cracked long ago. It was time instead to say goodbye, to do what she had not been strong enough to do before. As much as it pained her to think about losing William, she knew that this was no existence for him. Danger to the world or not, he was still her husband, and he deserved to be laid to rest by the woman who still loved him with every fiber of her being.
Ā Ā Ā āDonāt try to talk--youāve said everything you need to say. Just sleep, William, please--let me at least give you that. Itās the least I can do after everything youāve done for me. For us. Sleep and let go of all this pain. Of all your fears. But as everything begins to fade remember oneĀ thing: I loveĀ you, William. And I always will.ā
domiitorā:
Ā Ā Heās tired, he aches, he reeks of viscera that belongs to the rotting dead.Ā Two days is by no means a long time for him to go sleepless, but heās not like this.Ā William isnāt built for action, not really.Ā Smarter in the mind than he was on his toes; his expertise had gotten him farther than the layman but Birkin is a man without a taste for battle.Ā However, it was battle what Sergei Vladimir brought him and had he wanted William dead there was not a single part of the virologist which doubted heād be gone.Ā No, what Sergei had sent was a message signed in violence.Ā Each had known the things uncovered could see them both put to slaughter, perhaps it is from this mutual understanding that he was shown mercy.Ā
Ā Ā There is still something to be said about the way this man- father- bares his teeth into something like a snarl.Ā Digs his heels in and readies with the rising sting of anger boiling away the death-grip of fear.Ā Ā
Ā Ā The would be heroics are wasted; the second he sees Annette his finger lifts off the trigger and just like that he has her.
Ā Ā It is not a loverās embrace.Ā Their lips donāt meet nor would he sweep her off her feet.Ā His arms do not engulf her as a married man might (nothing romantic about William the scholar) though his hands (caked in blood) find purchase upon her cheeks.Ā They turn her head gently with a twinge of panic, seeking sign of any injury, looking for bruises, cuts or worse.Ā Finding none his fears are denounced and there comes a sigh of exhausted relief upon his lips. If she was safe the same could be assumed of Sherry; were any god kind then his yelling would have not awoken her.
Ā Ā ā Christ- thank god,Ā ā he mumbles it while pulling away toward the door heād barged through.Ā No explanation yet offered while William set both the lock and the deadbolt.Ā Instead he settles on a few choice curses, moving towards the adjacent window.Ā Ā āĀ You havenāt seen anyone ?? After work I mea- was anyone looking at you strange ??Ā You werenāt followed home ??Ā Ā ā Ā Ā No one was out there, least no one that could be examined by the naked eye, certainly no cars.Ā He hadnāt been followed.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Seconds could be counted against the beating of his heart; it roars like a drum, his breathing ragged.Ā Only after thirty full seconds does William Birkin pull away from his watch to face his wife in full.Ā
Ā Ā ā Sherry is here, yes ??Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Seeing William in such a state left her feeling sick and breathless, as though someone had just punched her with all their strength straight in the gut. Both fear and an overwhelming sadnessĀ poured over her, and in that moment she wished more than anything that she could take away all of his pain and anguish, to pull it into herself just so he wouldnāt have to feel a thing. Panic prickled at her skin anew, but she pushed it back, forced herself to stay together, to be the calm one when everything seemed to be crashing down around them. That was herĀ job, her self-appointed role in the family. If she let herself fall apart, then what would happen to them?Ā
Ā Ā What wasĀ happening to them?
Ā Ā Ā Shaking hands gently reached up to cover her husbands, fearful eyes searching his face for any sort of answer. If Umbrella had gotten to him then they were out of time, out of options. They had touched on what they needed to do, had a basic plan of action, but Annette had thought there was more time. Nothing at work had tipped her off, everything seemed to be going smoothly--or at least as according to plan as possible. But then, as she stood there, watching her husband all but break apart in front of her, would Umbrella have allowed him to make it home? They werenāt exactly known for being kindĀ to those who betrayed them.
Ā Ā Ā āWhat--? No, no--William, nothing happened today. Iāve been watching, thereās been no one.ā At least, no one she could see. A spy wouldnāt be so obvious, but Annette was careful, observant--perhaps even a bit paranoid. There was hardly a chance that someone could be lurking just outside their front door.
Ā Ā Ā āYes, of course--sheās asleep. God, William--what happenedĀ to you? Are you hurt?ā A stupid question, rhetorical at best. Just looking at him told her as much, but even in her terrified haze she could tell that the blood covering him could not all belong to him. William was hardly a fighter, but she knew he was strong, capable of more than anyone could imagine. If he hadĀ to fight, he would--and god, it seemed as though he had gone through a war.Ā
Ā Ā Ā And he had been victorious.
Ā Ā Ā Running her fingers through her own messy hair, Annette attempted to center herself, to push a calming tone into her slightly wavering voice. āWilliam, look at me--weāre safeĀ right now. Your family is safe. Just...just take deep breaths, try and calm yourself down. You can rest for a little bit and tell me everything--and letās try and get you cleaned up at the same time. Sit down, Iāll get the first aid kit--and anything else you need. Once we accomplish that we can figure out what our next move will be, all right?ā
sappwichā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo that means youāre gonna let us go now, right? Riiight??ā Who was he kidding. Of course it didnāt. Never hurt to remain optimistic and try anyway. Was all he could do, aside from fighting for survival in these trials. Who knows! Maybe if he asked one too many times as he usually does, theyād be annoyed by him and actually free him. God knows how insufferable he can be at times. Or worse⦠He didnāt want to think about the potential latter.
His smile quickly fades into defeat at his failed efforts. He knew damn well it wasnāt going to be that easy.Ā āYou know I really donāt feel like dying today. You donāt have to do this.ā
@timetakesallāĀ said: Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Iāll try to make it painless. ā
Ā Ā Ā Why did they alwaysĀ try to fight back? Didnāt they realize just how pointlessĀ it was? Surely they had to understand that they would never truly attain freedom, that whatever victories they accomplished were simply that in name and nothing else. Each area had been carefully crafted to push them harder and harder, to elicit such an intense fear that the virus inside of them mutated, changing them into--well, into something, surely. So far Annette hadnāt seen any interesting results, nor had she seen anyone make it very far. And thisĀ child hardly seemed like he would be any different than all the rest.
Ā Ā Ā āDonāt misunderstand, Mr. Sandwich--I am just as trapped as you are. Your pitiful whining isnāt going to change anyoneās mind, Iām afraid. That leaves you with two choices: you can go through with the experiment and suffer, or you can let me end it quickly. Wouldnāt you rather die without pain?ā
msmurdrā:
sheĀ barelyĀ feelsĀ aliveĀ inĀ thisĀ moment,Ā barelyĀ feelsĀ awakeĀ forĀ thatĀ matterĀ either.Ā allĀ ofĀ thisĀ fightĀ orĀ flight,Ā anĀ attemptĀ atĀ survivalĀ throughĀ theĀ nightĀ orĀ howeverĀ longĀ thisĀ couldĀ last,Ā itĀ hadĀ drainedĀ januaryĀ completely.
however,Ā theĀ nightmareĀ wasĀ farĀ fromĀ over.
coldĀ concreteĀ laysĀ beneathĀ her,Ā eyesĀ watchingĀ theĀ florescentĀ bulbsĀ aboveĀ her.Ā herĀ headĀ isĀ pounding,Ā aĀ handĀ tryingĀ toĀ obscureĀ theĀ brightĀ lightsĀ aboveĀ herĀ asĀ sheĀ movesĀ herselfĀ toĀ aĀ sittingĀ positionĀ instead.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ whatĀ theĀ fuck?Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā herĀ voiceĀ isĀ ratherĀ low,Ā stillĀ tryingĀ toĀ adjustĀ toĀ obviousĀ newĀ surroundings.Ā asĀ herĀ eyesĀ slowlyĀ beginĀ toĀ takeĀ inĀ everythingĀ aroundĀ her,Ā itĀ justĀ allĀ feelsĀ soĀ clinical,Ā veryĀ medical.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ ohĀ god,Ā whatĀ theĀ fuck?Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā itĀ doesnātĀ feelĀ right,Ā noneĀ ofĀ itĀ feelsĀ right.
āĀ Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā @timetakesallā.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā \Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā starter.
Ā Ā Ā NotĀ her area of intrigue, but the researcher in her can at least find something worth her time. Alexās little experiment seems more like a childrenās game; a mess in need of cleaning than anything else. However, she was alive thanks to such a mess, and William--well, William was still with her. Cruel as it was to leave him alive, they were both as safe as they could be for the moment, and until she figured out what to do she was left with a handful of confused and angry subjects to eliminate.
Ā Ā Ā How absurd.
Ā Ā Ā āI see--no adverse effects to be seen upon waking up. Slight elevation of the pulse, but thatās to be expected. Minor decrease in body temperature. Nothing unusual. Tell me--how do you feel? You know you donātĀ have to fight this. We can make this easy and painless, if you prefer. Iām afraid you wonāt be leaving this facility no matter what you decide, so go ahead and save yourself time and energy and give in here. I have no real desire to watch the virus in you manifest itself, but if youāre going to be stubborn I might as well see just what Alex is up to...ā
' But I dont WANT to beat up teenagers I WANT to sleep in. '
Ā Ā Ā āWell--you doĀ seem a little fussy today. But as regrettable as it is, we have a jobĀ to do. If you wanted to sleep in you should have considered that that before you turned yourself into a gigantic, horrible monster. I swear, William; I canāt take you anywhere.ā