Day 63: Bus 1

[gald_digger]

As soon as Anise achieved wakefulness, the Head Doctor's words from the previous night immediately came floating back into her mind. People were getting sick. They were going to turn into monsters. That thought alone was chilling enough, but it was nothing compared to the terror that struck her when she sat up and saw her own hand. A red blotch covered the back of it, extending upwards to the wrist. Where did that come from?

The signs are already showing. That was what Landel said.

It couldn't be. Not her. If it was really true, then her life was as good as over. No... it had to be a mistake. Maybe the Head Doctor's words had scared her to the point that she was attributing random things to his threats. She was being paranoid. That was all it was.

And yet, no matter how many times she told herself that, she feared what might happen.

A nurse came to her soon, bearing an outfit for her to wear on the field trip. The striped shirt and gray skirt weren't particularly appealing to Anise, but the purple coat she was given wasn't so bad. It was a little big on her, but it was a nice, feminine color... and the extra long sleeves served to cover most of the strange rash. Anise didn't want to look at it, and she sure as heck didn't want anyone else seeing it.

When it was time to board the buses, Anise quietly took the lunch bag, climbed aboard, and sat down. She didn't look anyone in the eye. Even after sitting down, she merely stared down at the contents of her bag. The muffin didn't look the least bit appetizing - not while her stomach was busy twisting itself into knots, anyway.

[free!]

Comments

[lovecraftcomplex]

"True. I'm entirely in agreement with you as to his good intentions, or lack thereof." Sburb had proved itself to have tentacles twisted throughout her life and her world before; ithis being part of the game still wouldn't surprise her, but assuming anything, rather than hunting down the truth herself, had proved fickle.

"I think I already violated your rule, though." She brought her hands to her chest, framing the heart on her sweater. "I'll endeavor not to die again. Next time I might not have as much luck."

[tender_cruelty]

"I almost preferred the military," he said with a sigh. "At least they were honest about what they wanted. Sort of." He didn't expect that even they had told the whole truth, but they also hadn't pretended that they were anything other than weapons to be used. Certainly hadn't pretended to want to help them.

"Luck is helpful, knowing to kill them before they kill you helps too." Rough perhaps, but he had never claimed to be a pacifist. Defense only lasted for so long.

[lovecraftcomplex]

"That's assuming I'd didn't attempt that." She had. She'd failed. "Believe me, I wasn't trying to lose." The only way to win would have been to win. Or possibly not to have ventured into the basement at all, but she doubted it. Waiting around would only delay the inevitable.

Or get them all blown away by a time limit they hadn't even learned about. "I would prefer a little more clarity, as well. There's inscrutable, and then there's merely poor planning. I'm not sure which this falls under."