A glib facsimile prologue
June 6th- Coil
Coil didn't know where it was he had messed up, or even if it had been a mistake of his at all. Something had cast a fetid, pallid malaise over his bunker. The place had been on edge for the better part of three weeks.
The door to Noelle's confinement chamber shuddered, a low, grating creaking sound as the metal struts began to finally give.
His pet had given them all three percent.
Heavy thumping footsteps charged from behind. Coil closed his eyes in both timelines as Noelle's body slammed into him and Crawler broke down the door.