-1Hundreds of millions of eyes blink and rotate.
Tens of millions of legs bend and move.
Millions of wings twitch and flutter.
Hundreds of thousands of bodies nestle and burrow deeper.
Two fingers twitch.
Dr Cameron is waking up.
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What wouldn't she give for those old days…
Those old days of freedom, where she could feel as he felt, see as he saw, moved like he moved…
Those old days were spent in a lab, perfecting her own brand of T, that vile virus with which she now worked with everyday, hoping for someway to craft a new body for herself or at least enable herself to transfer once more. Just once more, and she would be happy…
She dreads to think her life will be spent as these beasts.
She dreads to think her life will be spent never knowing the touch of another human.
Or rather, the touch of the one person she wants to feel so badly.
She wants to cry at the sorrow she feels at her core, but she has no tear ducts anymore.
She cannot weep for what she cannot have.