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Klimt says something. Or at least makes a noise. He's not quite sure. Prowling the area, he stumbles onto the exit tunnel, and follows along it, half-crawling. Oh look, there's M̹̞̻͟Ẹ̯̈́̆ͩẠ̜̜̞̩͂ͮͯ͗̋T̲̼̋ͪͮ̑ Emilia, sitting against a wall. There's a bit of a mess on the floor, quite a large bloodstain too. Were the others eating without you? How rude. Didn't they leave you anything? Not even a scrap? You'd have to find them and D͖̫̩̳̮ͧ͂͋̃ͪͭ͒͟E̦̦̊̍ͣ̿̀V̫̉͐Ô̙̔͑͆ͨ͗̒͘U̜͉̤̯̩̰̩Ř͖͓̯̫̻͋͛ͬ͆ have a serious talk.

Emilia point at the darkness outside the door. Have the others gone there? Hmm. It's raining, though. Could be a bit unpleasant.


Eigla grabs her shield and bangs the lock, seeing if she can make a dent on- Did it just shatter? Wow. She's stronger than she'd thought. Pushing the doors open, she walks in.

Well, this place sure isn't a kitchen. Not anymore, at least. There are ovens and sinks to a side, but they're covered with dusty lab equipment. Three of the familiar metal pods are bolted to one of the walls, empty and open, and two operating tables sit in the middle of the room. There is another door here, this one very large and made of steel, with a tiny porthole window. Perhaps it's the walk-in freezer?


Rosa makes a dash for the crows, rain beating on her back. The sensation is disgusting, if a zombie is even allowed to use that word. The water soaks into her clothes, drains through every suture and joint, makes her entire insides feel like an unpleasant slurry and her skin like it was being scratched by a thousand tiny claws. After a few moments, the itch turns into a burning sensation, and her movements feel sluggish and heavy. Still, she's almost to the corpses. Just a few more steps and-!

Rosa trips, falling forwards. The rain-soaked ground spins in front of her, eyes suddenly noticing the approaching puddle. The last thing she sees is a dead crow, mere inches from her hand. Then the world goes white.
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It was cold. The snow was far too thin and wet, soaking the back of your coat and making your hair hopelessly wet. You felt Him grab your gloved hand and pull you forwards not too gently.

Him: "Come on, girl, don't dawdle. They'll shut the gates soon enough, and I sure as hell won't come out to look for you. You'll see, though. We'll wait until this all blows over, then it'll be fine.
Find a little cabin to live in, just you and me. You'll cook and clean and be a good girl, just like you promised. Isn't that right?"

She hated Him. His smile, the way He gestured while talking, how His eyes seemed to dart all over her whenever He was close. She knew what He was thinking of.
But she'd made a bargain, and He had kept His side. Considering the alternative... It could be a lot worse.

Pushing through the crowds, they made it to the checkpoint. He flashed his documents at the guard, then slipped a little packet into the man's pocket when he asked about her.

Him: "Government business, you see. She's important."

The only one she was important to, right now, was Him. And herself, she guessed. Selfpreservation was not something she'd been taught, but it felt important. When nothing else in the world makes sense, you have to cling to something.

They went into the airlock, and it shut behind them. Darkness.

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Klimt looks outside. There is... Something out there, for sure. A figure, fallen in the mud. Is it Rosa? He's not sure. His vision is wobbly and red-tinted.


Rosa tries to stand back up, but it's futile. She feels like a 100 ton weight has been placed on her back. The rocks at the bottom of dirty puddle scrape her face and jaw-less mouth as she moves. The water quickly starts to change from brown to dark red, and she feels it filling her airways. She wants to breathe, but all that comes in is fluid.


Eigla looks through the porthole. There's... Nothing to be seen. Literally nothing, just darkness. Perhaps there's something blocking the porthole? If only this room wasn't so dark...


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Klimt lets out an inarticulate scream, then rushes out into the rain. It burns against his bare torso, but he keeps going, first running, then sprinting on all fours.


Rosa decides it can't end there. It just, it can't. Activating the secondary processor built into her brain, she sends orders directly to her muscles, ignoring the usual neuron pathways. It hurts horribly, but she feels her arms slowly moving into position, then lifting her torso off the ground. She manages to flip onto her back just in time to see Klimt pounce then straddle her, mouth agape and drooling onto her torso.


Eigla picks up a surgical drill from one of the tables and uses it to smash open the window. Other than glass shards, she is surprised at the amount of blood that gushes out. She hears a sudden growl coming from inside the room, and notices the view wasn't just dark - some sort of pitch-black, veiny flesh was jammed against the window, blocking her view.

Perhaps it'd be best not to open the door.

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Klimt: "What the hell are you doing out here?"

Rosa sees Klimt open his mouth and gurgle some strange words. He's going to eat her, she's sure! No no no no no no... She tries to scream, to plead for her life, but nothing comes out. She can't reach her guns with him straddling her waist, she needs a weapon of some sort... Something, anything! She grabs a nearby rock and swings it at his face, opening a nasty gash in his cheek. He is momentarily stunned by the impact.


Eigla shrugs, deciding to be practical. She takes the waste buckets (thankfully empty) from under the surgical tables, grabs a scalpel, and starts harvesting the meat through the window, despite the movement and shrieking she hears from behind the door. It looks... Undead, so no good for eating, but at least it's Flesh. She acquires 0.5 Flesh with her first cut, though there's plenty more in there, if she wants to dig deeper.

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