Rose couldn't resist a roll of her eyes as she sighed and sat her water glass back on the table. But since they were both asking for information, she might as well get it all out, regardless of Damon's mockery.
"I don't think he has canine genes. At least, probably not normally. I haven't gotten to talk to him yet this morning to get any answers, but he seemed as shocked by the whole thing as I was. Possibly not for the same reasons."
She sighed, figuring it was best to start at the beginning. Her finger traced shapes in the drops of water on the tabletop that had trickled down from her glass as she avoided looking at either of them. "My plans for last night included getting my bearings a bit more in this place, getting out and seeing what was around. With the challenge over the intercom last night about a new area opening, it seemed as good a direction as any. On my way there, I bumped into Zack, who I'd met earlier in the day, and found out he was headed the same way."
"He was intending to try the drugs. Once we found the place, I wasn't so sure he should. Perhaps it was foolish, but I didn't think I'd be too badly affected by whatever was there. In truth, compared to him, I'm not sure I was. Whatever I took gave me an unreasonable fear of the dark. I didn't realize what it was right away, it crept up slowly, while Zack's effects were almost immediate. I started hallucinating things out of the corner of my eye, in the shadows. And my flashlight kept going out, which was certainly not helping. I haven't felt such numbing panic like that since... well. A very long time," she amended, reluctant to complete that sentence.
"Zack, however," she continued, "must have got a different concoction. A few moments after he took the drug, he began a horrible and painful transformation. When it was finished, he was a huge dog. But there were things wrong with him. His body was rotted. He smelled of blood and death, and it wasn't a pleasant combination. I take it there are other creatures at night with a similar affliction? The bats we ran into later seemed to be the same way."
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"I don't think he has canine genes. At least, probably not normally. I haven't gotten to talk to him yet this morning to get any answers, but he seemed as shocked by the whole thing as I was. Possibly not for the same reasons."
She sighed, figuring it was best to start at the beginning. Her finger traced shapes in the drops of water on the tabletop that had trickled down from her glass as she avoided looking at either of them. "My plans for last night included getting my bearings a bit more in this place, getting out and seeing what was around. With the challenge over the intercom last night about a new area opening, it seemed as good a direction as any. On my way there, I bumped into Zack, who I'd met earlier in the day, and found out he was headed the same way."
"He was intending to try the drugs. Once we found the place, I wasn't so sure he should. Perhaps it was foolish, but I didn't think I'd be too badly affected by whatever was there. In truth, compared to him, I'm not sure I was. Whatever I took gave me an unreasonable fear of the dark. I didn't realize what it was right away, it crept up slowly, while Zack's effects were almost immediate. I started hallucinating things out of the corner of my eye, in the shadows. And my flashlight kept going out, which was certainly not helping. I haven't felt such numbing panic like that since... well. A very long time," she amended, reluctant to complete that sentence.
"Zack, however," she continued, "must have got a different concoction. A few moments after he took the drug, he began a horrible and painful transformation. When it was finished, he was a huge dog. But there were things wrong with him. His body was rotted. He smelled of blood and death, and it wasn't a pleasant combination. I take it there are other creatures at night with a similar affliction? The bats we ran into later seemed to be the same way."