Chapter Seven
Sarah, Dorris, and David now slept. Sarah slept in the main room, after cleaning it out, of course. There she lay peacefully, though fitful thoughts ran about her mind. She grieved over losing her lover and was developing suicidal tendencies. She longed for his touch once more, his laughter. She longer for his more intimate self, the one she had enjoyed many a night before the disaster. Now he was gone, though Sarah was still coping with the loss, and he would never return. A tear ran down her soft cheek and she sobbed softly, crying herself to sleep.
Dory, too, was restless, though for independent reasons. She had grown greatly attracted to this man David and now she worried. If she and he were together, then losing him would hurt her tenfold. So, she committed, she wouldn't bond with anyone anymore until they were gone, out of this forsaken city.
Jewel stalked the halls and rooms of the underground base. She had climbed upstairs and bolted both of the doors, the main steel one and the trapdoor. She had then gone back downstairs to search about for any weapons or food.
The woman had found one of the Afflicted lying on the ground, squirming about, obviously in pain. Jewel noticed that the monster's skin was tight against its bones. It seemed to be starved. It was missing an arm and that probably was the reason that it was famished: It couldn't climb back up the ladder it had come down to attack.
She reared back to drive the axe head into the zombie's rotten flesh. The creature cried once, a high shriek that pierced the air about Jewel, and then lay still, lifeless. The others heard the scream but merely sighed at their waking; the other three knew she had killed one of the Afflicted. So Jewel had then escaped the room, away from the noise.
In the next chamber, Jewel discovered that the regiment had left behind a small crate, maybe a meter tall and the same in width. She broke the crate with the pick on the backside of her axe. The crate's cover came off easily.
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"I found these," she exclaimed an hour later, dropping the items she found in the crate. A strange vial fell to the bed, along with a sniper rifle and a yellow pack of C4 explosives. The vial was filled with an amber liquid, much like the vials that Jewel had been handling earlier that day.
"What is that?" Dory asked curiously, pointing towards the vial. "That is an anti-virus for the T Virus that was developed before the disaster. I know because I once worked at the lab. That is, before the disaster," she grew silent.
David grabbed at the rifle, testing its weight in his hands. "I think I'll use this," he declared with a smile. Sarah, now awake, stared at the vial. She continued with he questioning that Dorris had begun.
"Why did the lab go bad?" she asked simply, not bothering to put the inquirement into more literately correct. She bore an inquisitive look upon her visage.
"I was a scientist, once, at the laboratory. I studied biological testing. It was there, in the hospital, that our lab was hidden. Not even the government knew of it. It was strictly top secret," she told Dory and Sarah.
"You didn't answer my question," Sarah persisted firmly. She narrowed her eyes. "Now tell me, how did things in the laboratory go awrong?"
Jewel glared at Sarah, obviously annoyed by Sarah's persistence. She took a deep breath, and then spoke: "As I was getting to, before I was rudely interrupted," she broke off, a violent glare in her eyes. "The lab was invaded by one of our experiments, one who was banned for its pure destructiveness. The boss fired the group for reckless experimenting."
Sarah glared back at Jewel once more. Her eyes were turning hideously hateful. Didn't she know that I've been hurt? She asked herself.
Obviously, Jewel didn't or didn't care. "Well, it seems that Sarah's a little downtrodden, so we should just let her alone," she instructed, leading the others out of the room.
Now Sarah winced in an internal pain. Her brown eyes watered; her lower lip trembled. She soon became sobbing uncontrollably, her head buried into the pillows.
Sarah, Dorris, and David now slept. Sarah slept in the main room, after cleaning it out, of course. There she lay peacefully, though fitful thoughts ran about her mind. She grieved over losing her lover and was developing suicidal tendencies. She longed for his touch once more, his laughter. She longer for his more intimate self, the one she had enjoyed many a night before the disaster. Now he was gone, though Sarah was still coping with the loss, and he would never return. A tear ran down her soft cheek and she sobbed softly, crying herself to sleep.
Dory, too, was restless, though for independent reasons. She had grown greatly attracted to this man David and now she worried. If she and he were together, then losing him would hurt her tenfold. So, she committed, she wouldn't bond with anyone anymore until they were gone, out of this forsaken city.
Jewel stalked the halls and rooms of the underground base. She had climbed upstairs and bolted both of the doors, the main steel one and the trapdoor. She had then gone back downstairs to search about for any weapons or food.
The woman had found one of the Afflicted lying on the ground, squirming about, obviously in pain. Jewel noticed that the monster's skin was tight against its bones. It seemed to be starved. It was missing an arm and that probably was the reason that it was famished: It couldn't climb back up the ladder it had come down to attack.
She reared back to drive the axe head into the zombie's rotten flesh. The creature cried once, a high shriek that pierced the air about Jewel, and then lay still, lifeless. The others heard the scream but merely sighed at their waking; the other three knew she had killed one of the Afflicted. So Jewel had then escaped the room, away from the noise.
In the next chamber, Jewel discovered that the regiment had left behind a small crate, maybe a meter tall and the same in width. She broke the crate with the pick on the backside of her axe. The crate's cover came off easily.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"I found these," she exclaimed an hour later, dropping the items she found in the crate. A strange vial fell to the bed, along with a sniper rifle and a yellow pack of C4 explosives. The vial was filled with an amber liquid, much like the vials that Jewel had been handling earlier that day.
"What is that?" Dory asked curiously, pointing towards the vial. "That is an anti-virus for the T Virus that was developed before the disaster. I know because I once worked at the lab. That is, before the disaster," she grew silent.
David grabbed at the rifle, testing its weight in his hands. "I think I'll use this," he declared with a smile. Sarah, now awake, stared at the vial. She continued with he questioning that Dorris had begun.
"Why did the lab go bad?" she asked simply, not bothering to put the inquirement into more literately correct. She bore an inquisitive look upon her visage.
"I was a scientist, once, at the laboratory. I studied biological testing. It was there, in the hospital, that our lab was hidden. Not even the government knew of it. It was strictly top secret," she told Dory and Sarah.
"You didn't answer my question," Sarah persisted firmly. She narrowed her eyes. "Now tell me, how did things in the laboratory go awrong?"
Jewel glared at Sarah, obviously annoyed by Sarah's persistence. She took a deep breath, and then spoke: "As I was getting to, before I was rudely interrupted," she broke off, a violent glare in her eyes. "The lab was invaded by one of our experiments, one who was banned for its pure destructiveness. The boss fired the group for reckless experimenting."
Sarah glared back at Jewel once more. Her eyes were turning hideously hateful. Didn't she know that I've been hurt? She asked herself.
Obviously, Jewel didn't or didn't care. "Well, it seems that Sarah's a little downtrodden, so we should just let her alone," she instructed, leading the others out of the room.
Now Sarah winced in an internal pain. Her brown eyes watered; her lower lip trembled. She soon became sobbing uncontrollably, her head buried into the pillows.